They clamoured in the Urdeck portals 
Knowing my name. I knew. Saw this: 
Fully 200 of them had begun Goq-tshee 
And, the reps we study? they looked worse. 
Moans rafted closer, louder; helpless, useless; 
I despaired for my crew, eyes and arms 10-D; 
No contraportals jiward nor floward - any D! 
Sustained streams of synthetic flesh flopped in. 
Indecent slop, easily 500 had achieved Goq-tshee. 

Through red blood tristed mist I saw Durrain, 
My Third Thoughtman, barely throwing them off, 
Struggling his way up to Urdeck, where I specked 
The Dimensions Inside Mind for some Tshei�raform; 
My trained calm was like glass: smooth but brittle. 
Durrain, he came through their middle, a fleet will, 
True Thoughtman, born for 10-D, a kin to The All; 
Throwing himself Path to me, while I hovered, agape; 
No doubt 5,000 slithepluck sounds sucked at our deck.

to be continued...

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