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


There is nothing else

Here, or there

In life

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