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.