The Shi’l'eth of the Shi’loo’ro’e'bo’reg’or
We see the Szchi’cho’wuo’hue’be’hor
Cast about in the deserts of Xu’a'hue’bu’zn’qu’dl’th’e
Thinking about the nights
Those beautiful nights
Gazing at the forlorn moons of Qu’ua’ha
And here we are
We strange mad ambassadors
Who carry the messages from another dimension
Pushing, straining to release through – here we are
Thinking about the holy premonitions of the scale creatures
The Quon’hthuhua’a’ of the Klk’u'aavzl’n
Groaning
There is nothing else
Here, or there
In life
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