In regard to my considerer, my reader, my councelor:

I voice a tongue few can fathom.

A tongue of coalition, kinship, synthesis.

A tongue of cigarettes, fire, ash; perishing by the flick of the inhaler.

A tongue of resonance, expression, silence.

A tongue of nostalgia, exuberance, regret.

I voice a tongue few can fathom.

I voice a tongue of the former, future, but not present.

I voice a language few can understand; this language, few can understand.