Way to go, a scream fanfares the notion, That fortune and art don't make good bed-fellows. Sleepless fate, backwater's foggy terror, And you know them, haunted memories alive. Hey there, you've lost hours adrift in recall, Mute captain and crew rewrite this clammy horror, I thought I'd left behind. Re-live the fathoms. And you know them, at large. And you know them, in charge. And you know them, operating, alive. Fall into sleep, out of their arms.