translucent plains envisioned beyond the horizon, I hear the flapping of



wings, the bestoking tranquility of irredescent spectrum, the birds

circle around my



presence, hinting at pale sightings

of Kadmos, all alone for dust ridden aeons, alienation your inner method

of nirvana, there



is no night, no day - Kadmos

your preserved brotherhood, the ivory your only solace, for where you

sit, in flight we



persevere into the lights of the

ivory plains, structures from silence, petals in the stream, murk above

the dark moor, the



eastwinds brush the dust from

your prophetic throne, in lands I never saw, where the equinox was

permanent, the elephants



trunk - the icon of your

only existence, for their [sic] is nothing else, in flight we persevere

into the mists of



the ivory plains, foregather in the

name of Moros and remember our lands