So I press my ear to the ground. For when the Great 
Spirit speaks. I will move with the wind. What it took me 
to learn I cannot read the skies. What it took me to 
learn the smoke in my eyes was signals and signs. Where 
the willow trees sing out by the water's edge. You were 
tending your garden in the sun. Whoa. We raise with 
colored crowns. He calls us from the ground. He gave us 
the dance, the movement the wings. He gave us a song to 
sing, to scream. In my heart's a battle, it's long and 
must be won. He gave us a song to sing, to scream. All 
other gods lie prostrate before you sobbing and 
professing their inadequacy. His name is Donner. His name 
is Blitzen. I will move. Magma recreate. May this earth 
be born again.