wait.....I smoke....
Mmmmmm......how is the lightning keeper thrown upon mans point,,........how shall you burn at my tip.......and flash my locked caverns held so long.........temples of cylindrical sheet layered with rock and pumice......kept tight so long........my voice is MINE,,,,!!!...........
My
    ******
        Is
            So
                 Sad
Is work...life’s toil.....BURST!..................see his tear................streamed upon the stream.......leavesandgrassandwoodandrockpebblesandsandsandandvig­orunknown
Go
ne
..........what now say the child Bourne all at once....chirp
.................................chirp
speak
......­..................mmmmmm
.?

Pause
....child thinks of thought.....
Seed.....I may plant a gift..........says little chirper