One Score and Ten and Five

I built my boat and quit beloved shores, though there my heart stayed staid, forever moored, o’er the moonless sea’s vast aperture, black center of the world’s eye, mine, pupil pitched, heaved, my timbers hewn anew by monsters of the lightless deep, a rogue wave bore me sputtering, a foreign port, blazing the harsh promise of promise, trading home for hope, air for smoke, friends for liars and a mountain of fire, capped in gold, bleeding rich rivers that devour pretenders, while I seek to measure my might, I stride now into the burning bright, undeterred, unburned, I begin my climb, one score and ten and five.