HavE-they.... Yellow-featheRs? Or-terrIbly-HOT? DarkShadow......
over uS! You-would Pray? Bright feathErs, burning....dAmp-smell
so...... heavy.... but-fires arenot Kind... Not thiS day........

ChiLdren-ofthe-Land HEAR.....me..... speak... In-what there-iS
I-see TruE....... of-what there-is *I* tell the truth.....
NeverNot believe.......

I-moved TOO! Not-where I was ThinkiNG! Not Tsol'aa, but oh I
MISS the-days....... once there.... now Meet Me where Things
Happen..... (sometimes-anyway, but or I can Do it.....so it
can be so.....when I want to.....) The smell of Tsolaa-place
in-my Nose..... Not The damp OR the Smoke..... Oh-there Will
Be Times....
...............................................<delerium>

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Glacian, in the year 217 AF.