Much of the vocabulary consists of words hidden behind logograms, indicative of first things, the need and desire to speak, to bring back the body. The dead do not require wisdom of us. The word stems are clearly uncertain. Questions remain unanswered. The void offers utterance.
Impenetrable silence is to be thanked, for kindest permission, for deepest gratitude.
We bow to time's acrid telling muteness. Layers are many. We seek another's breath, mother to language, sound as resurrection. With this, we are beschmieren. That the gold eagle flies toward a reddened sky, the stem not always clear.