come winds of destruction
speak! sharp tongues sever sick limbs
old wounds opened and bled
etch! new shapes will emerge
need! reaching into the dark
randomly placed in time and space
heuristic observers might find
rain is less scarce there
you heeded my call - now read my signs
and walk with me throughout these barren lands
through the inner and nether worlds
irreversible and remorseless
deter rot within the roots
old fears no longer controls