It has no name.
We hold without failing, under
the mother of all blizzards
melded together, a single body,
like the scale
...of turltes are fitted.
Night's daughters wear their
best veils.
They run
...under the stars,
dance to the wind's song.
Be courageous, enslaved people,
this dance is going
To the sky's limit,
looking for the sun who forgot us.
How soft is
the sea's water!
We enjoy the ocean
as long as we can.

But on the Oamock, life
will soon need us.
With a single jawbite,
the monster erased two lives
...the life of the trapped mother
and that of her baby