For Sea

Here, where I am tasking stationary.
Nexus center undirigable me
Not quite rigid or lashed down to the sea.
Sextant redundant unguided ferry
Seeking your weight in my chest to carry
Where the anchor thats harbored may be free
And the captive below can finally be
Removed from unmoored as I am to thee.
I suppose I have the words to maintain
And harden the hull for the journey bound.
If a shore I am worthy, you'll remain
And beckon from afar with striding sound
And guided yet I will become through pain
To land on the vision I have not found.