take trade.
care me indephence.
I cairbear you,
this wurlmaelk dies,
but cairbear lives,
and sleeps
in thick black...
dreems weighty dark.
make trade.
of our man-horn shod.
take trade
we've lost the fruit.
we ramble in dust.
for mealwe find
in dirty puddle lost
make a rainbow
'tween our spit-hearts
find cold mushroom
in barren sea-shod
wormback corpse,
green-gray,
we stray from the river
fall out as we do.