The Sailing Drunkship of Lanterns harmlessly floats a sail. swallowed, the orifice wore the fog Avast in the mortified smoke of life Are they there the shimmering green A nonstop downward spiral that the waves of sky brought in stars engulfed by the mighty blue All around the purple and black smoke left pinpricks of haunt the wailing of several of her red eyes left in comatose in gathering a chant... worship the living fire.