Drunkship of Lanterns

You’ve got the lot to burn. A shelve of pig smothered cries. Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs? Is anybody there?These steps keep on growing long. Bayonet trials rust propellers await…No…Nobody is heard, rowing sheep smiles for the dead. Nobody is heard..an antiquated home. A float with engines on mute. Sui generis ship spined around the yard. Is anybody there ? These craft only multiply. At the nape of ruins rust propellers await… No… Nobody is heard, compass wilting in the wind. Nobody is heard. Rowing sheep smile for the dead. Transoceanic depth in this earth – in this cenotaph. Lash of one thousand eye brows clicking. Counting the toll. Counting the toll. You’ve got the lot to burn. A shelve of pig smothered cries.Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs. Is anybody there ? These steps keep on growing long. Bayonet trials rust propellers await..Nobody is heard, compass wilting in the wind. Nobody is heard, rowing sheep smile for the dead. Transoceanic depth in this earth in this cenotaph.Carpel jets…Hit the ground. Carpel jets…Hit the ground..Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking. Counting the toll. Counting the toll. Lash of one thousand eyebrows clicking. Counting the toll. Counting the toll.