Ouroboros Spine nulettukutik ⨰

do you hear, beloved spirit?

it is the moon of white hawks —

their wings bear you to the dancing lights now.

you crawl out of the sleeping place of sedna.

open your eyes and see.

your journey is almost at an end.

your journey is almost at an end.

no tears this night.

she breathed beside the earth.

stars became her blood, and in dreams did agana walk beside kukutux once more.