Stange Sea

In Sequences and undone
Through the gates of Ivory and horn
We transparent sailors of twilight and antiquity
Cast a net riddled and mark
sodden and unloved
We hunger where no mortal can feed

Undone as we parade through the elemental sounds of forever
spectres haunting phantoms
Where no shore will have us or wind to deliver us too
Augmented and brazen with half tongue intrigue
No passion as our list does advise

From once great woods we sacrificed to divine the seas
clinker built and hollowed out pores
Our lust and our guile knotted corked and afloat
For no love or depth do we digest
rudderless and blind augury 
Destiny ne destination, 

Sequence filmed stutter and spent
for a life not kinder or holy then
Wind scared and scorched to bone
what water that will never quench
Our vanity will take to no oar