Here I am, cast ashore,
heaving through these dried lips
that look like dying starfish,
dusty pebbles cracking beneath my back.

I watch the distant waves receding,
carrying the carneval heat away,
leaving nothing but weary hearts behind.

When and where the eclipse began,
only the all-seeing angels could tell,
if you ask me, I'll tell you again,
today heaven did not defeat hell.