BY JAY WELLER
ACROSS A STATIC FRIGID NIGHT
ACROSS A RABID ICLANDIC SEA
THE WAVES COME BOLDER IN THE NIGHT
THE NIGHT COMES HARDER, EACH HOUR’S LIEN
BY RESTLESS DREAMS
BY SOMBER LIGHT
THE WAVES COME HARDER IN THE NIGHT
THE DARKNESS EATS THE INNOCENCE
THE WAVES COME HARDER IN THE NIGHT
THE MONKEY PULLS; THE SOLDIER’S FRIGHT
THE WAVES COME HARDER IN THE NIGHT