mela senva tcadu repamo'o

["michael helsem" <graywyvern@hotmail.com>]

no'i ko'u lu

vila vuzyxu'e ku
do mi kansa je claxu
.i ma'a nu'o stali ta
.i nu'o gleki

li'u tcidu bacru ("On the Other Side," she read, "you were
with me & not with me. We could have stayed there. We could
have been happy.") .i fo'u spuda naje judytirna (The Vicar
said nothing, but listened.) .i tcidu bacru lu

                   .iku'i fanta
lenu ma'a gunma kei fa
leza'i le fatci pede'u cu jitfa
vi ti poi simsepli falo dukti
vi ke'a .i mi noda zukte ("But our being together is prevented
by the fact that that is false here where opposites are apart.
I do nothing)

va'o lepa lisri befi
na'ebo le mibypre snefri
kukuku lepu'u rinka
lenu le tolsipna ginka (in the one story told by other than
myself the dream-experiencer, to cause the awakened camp)

bele manti co'a batci li'u
                     (of ants to begin biting.") ni'oni'o camki
falenu lo kensa toldi poi se cidja le nejni poi se cupra ko'uxire
goi le marji neme'e lai ti'ocpi ku'o ca lenu ko'uxire farlu le
mela xekri kevna me'okeiku'oku'o ka'e cimni renvi (It is
possible that space butterflies who feed off the energy from
falling matter around a black hole, could live forever) gi'o le
toldi cu na mulno snada lenu jersi ko'uxire (as long as they
succeed in not falling in.)