Elysian Plains

The dials were off from the start

Helix writhe and twist apart

And while I await my fate so ordained

I fail to remain awake

One last turn around the spit

To appease the holy plaintiff

I curse the sea beneath

And I antagonize the sky

And the land in between

No less hostile

I outflank narrowly the cavalry

Cut the lines - rush off the beach

I push the years deep up into my cheeks

Send up my memory with Mercury

C'est étonnant, non

Sans danse ou chanson

Every day the winds are strong

Tous les jours, ils sont forts

Every day the winds are strong

Tous les jours, ils sont forts les vents

Against the ground I shatter the glass

And I bathe in divine wrath

Daylight spreads at last

Once I achieve critical mass