I’m a skeleton dressed in time.
Lost among men no one sees.
With marching seconds, the time is now
To make this coffin to my throne.
My throne of life.
Like a cathedral to capture
ship to board on.

Cast anchor on black shores
And hoist at silent hymns
In motion but at the threshold
Weariness warms my sails.

Erase. Redraw our maps.
And for what it’s worth
I will trade.
This coffin for my throne.