Stalkers Of The Drift

Stalkers  Of  The  Drift  -  Virus

Feral  aeroplanes

Stalkers  of  the  drift

You  float  inside  the  hollow  waves

Like  sleepwalkers  on  the  ocean  highway

See  the  blind  cavalry

In  their  concave  masks

All  lined  up  to  fowl  the  beaches

Dead  faces  painted  in  the  sands

They  mimic  themselves

Hiding  in  the  wastelands

Empty  figures  on  the  crests  of  the  dunes

The  desert  sculptures  paying  homage  to  the  wounds

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With  broken  limbs  they  dance

The  snakes  and  their  proud  owners

On  parade  out  in  the  iron  rain

The  sun  retreats  as  the  caves  drink  the  rivers

The  feral  aeroplanes

Chasing  the  winds  upon  the  ocean  highway

Gliding  on  raw  silk

Cheered  by  broken  clapping  hands

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