home, we cry into the night
we engines of material
and you the engines of dreams
your home is here with us
with the bones of your ancestors
they, too, came looking
for wonders among cracked hulls
for ghosts along the shore
before they were extinguished
while yet we burn

do you even know how to see?
how can you stand to our height
and dare to call us wreckers
in the face of what you've wrought?

thanks to clockwrecker for the lämp