Venturer.

Another nod to a friend of mine whom I very much admire.

Those of your name have

Haunted me once before, wanderer.

Left me raging, exhausted, on the flat of

My back in the bow of a boat.

Forgive my caution, my silence.

I am no mute, but I tend to better

Communicate through watts rather than words.

I drop my guard and try a few lines.

We are not strangers, my more outgoing

Likeness had paved my way, but now my

Task was to prove myself intriguing, familiar yet separate.

This proof would involve no axioms, however.

An experiment to see if I balance

Conversation as well as I balance carbon fibre.

You make use of your twenty-five letters,

Your variable is t, the parameter of the function which governs

Your voice; it is one of concern, of care, of goodly nature,

Yet can shoulder a trying lyric like duty.

You know well the strength of a collective,

But your warmth and wit are as strong lone as they are binary.

Your talents are manifold, sojourner.

You do not waste your days as many.

A fighter of firm resolve, unbeaten by smoke and spirits:

Petty diversions to rob you of your time.

Such company is rare among our ranks,

More often it is populated by soldiers of squander.

These words are my tribute, these letters my salute.

A statement of character that few could refute.