 
'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.
| 1 | Pilgrims | 
| 2 | Refugees | 
| 3 | A Plague Of Lighthouse Keepers | 
| 4 | Lost | 
| 5 | House With No Door | 
| 6 | Darkness (11/11) | 
| 7 | Aerosol Grey Machine | 
| 8 | My Room (Waiting For Wonderland) | 
| 9 | Afterwards | 
| 10 | When She Comes |