Chambered Nautilus

We will keep concealed in these seas shells wailing out her name, in sand boxes below the surface. Blackout emerges from the borough, streets are dim and there are no corners to turn, stay dry and hope with pending prayers. Keep cover shrapnel's raining down in form of such war and hate is loud!
Sleeping on graves hidden by the dust which spread from heavy tyres and marching parades, the sirens are never silent.

We'll keep concealed in these sea shells, calling out her name. Am I waiting? Are we waiting for an end? Is that what this is about?

I left my cape in the wardrobe under the stack of comic books, half a million miles away. Without it, I'm as naked as these trees, so clear and definite against the last backdrop of this year. Our fate collapsed beneath the U.V lights; "delete anything in your sights", delete anyone in your sight.

My eyes are sore and ever so tired, shards of cloth just scattered like grain! The fort collapsed under these lights and visions are closing.

Written by Chris Yeoman