The Prow
Voivod
Zoning in a hall of glass
Plasma flowing from a cask
Piercing overtones
Mainline into my back pack
It's full of clouds in my house
A grey hive, humming white souls
Frenzy reviving the room
Energized by many flumes
Drip-drop, on my head
Wakes me from a thousand moons
Circle dance inside the cave
All movement brings a message
Larvae, in their holes
Waiting for a summer daze