I shall buy a silver boat.
I shall be its captain.
It shall be a bark and I upon its poop. At the helm,
Commander of the ocean’s broad rage.
Commander of the fury of the waves.
My silver bark shall skip, jump, cannon, fly.
For I shall pass over eagles under Yahweh’s restless eye,
For I shall steer above the dizzying globe.
For I shall spin the wheel,
This way, then that.
Cracking, snapping, billowing sails shall carry me beyond.
And breathless, above,
Over the world’s worsening wickedness.
For, as I buy,
no snaggle-tooth shoemaker shall have dominion over me,
For, as I command,
no seller of hats nor haberdasher shall have dominion over me,
For, as I steer,
no fire-breathing philosopher nor rabbi shall have dominion over me.
I, I, I am deathless;
I shall have no name to be forgotten nor recalled.