( Hammill ) Unreal, unreal ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, Not breaking, through my seagull shrieks: no breaks until I die. The spectres scratch on window-slits hollowed faces, and mindless grins only intent on destroying what they've lost. I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; My pain has sailed into the sea - no joking hopes at dawn! White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask Lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower... no paraffin for the flame - no harbour left to gain.
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