I have wandered very far
from my people
I recognize nothing
I have begun to lose my
Sense of direction
Eventually I see something on the horizon
Tall things that resemble the...
The things we squeeze for water
The storm begins
The god fire comes down
And strikes a tall thing
I am now close to it
It is like summer
It must be a small sun
This is something new
I have discovered...fire
Poet stopping
Poet once again failing
You are only lost if
You find nothing at the end
Is there a new fire?
Will we burn before we find it?
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