Hwnic/For Ri of the Lab

Hwnic

Cqor lsva doebu nr mlcotcne zutqor
Qs nerl xulmbo ertilncoglycol genx ymul rnliv lnkei
nr jemuq rotacne zifqor
ni ril nr xulcib blqu nrir getec
so ni xornq geq ge xulnorko fnind lobatr
Mise ntap vemjnr v iuf unir sntev lsvo
co rkngesonr ln z co delncnar ln
Zand mactaqn nr nru mlsncis rt xoqukul doeci
nlbsaqer v dizitsvirur etu masaqe ln
Zo vu ti izosbru cqozeigka zazo vu ti rxeju myzygka
Iza cist ramiv drlnu

Line 2 has a PST.UNDONE

The last word is a VOLUN.FUT.IPFV

Translation

The chilly wind picks up where it was once paradise
Under the polyurethane sky and replacement sunlight where you had fallen in love (but is no more).
In villages once familiar now unwelcoming,
feeling so small under the over-arch, where it glows
-- perpetual morphing shapes that trace upwards to the top of the world --
Yes, the sunlit landscape/barrens which you had walked,
it's a beautiful place, but a storm is near.
Nothing grows in the poison-laden soil for twenty years.
The burning passion, formless anger, and c.t.v have all extinguished.
But people will not condemn you for your failure, nor dismiss you for your ineptitude.
Go, and live the way you will.

Glossing

WIP