Stratus Arrested

Stratus arrested
We escort the vestige
Of dusk and deliverance
Over the threshold of
Coverless endings
A yarn of our spinning
In blood we invested
And stratus arrested


Warm bodies
Red dawns
The light, the night, the vacant room

Torn follies
Dead songs
The sea, the shore, the distant moon

While feeling secretly disposable
In castles made of sand
We fight the tide and hold the waves at bay
Pretending that we can

Prevent the wake of this apocalypse
When all we have is us
Against the forces of the universe
Like delegates of love