Hwnic/For Ri of the Lab
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 | This is written for someone whom I've met in a high school chemistry class but lost contact afterwards, here referred to as "Ri". More background will be added later. |
Hwnic
Cqor lsva doebu nr Qs nerl
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