translucent plains envisioned beyond the horizon, I hear the flapping ofwings, the bestoking tranquility of irredescent spectrum, the birdscircle around mypresence, hinting at pale sightingsof Kadmos, all alone for dust ridden aeons, alienation your inner methodof nirvana, thereis no night, no day - Kadmosyour preserved brotherhood, the ivory your only solace, for where yousit, in flight wepersevere into the lights of theivory plains, structures from silence, petals in the stream, murk abovethe dark moor, theeastwinds brush the dust fromyour prophetic throne, in lands I never saw, where the equinox waspermanent, the elephantstrunk - the icon of youronly existence, for their [sic] is nothing else, in flight we persevereinto the mists ofthe ivory plains, foregather in thename of Moros and remember our lands
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