?Look? the pillar sang to me.
So I stared unto the jet
Of my being and beheld there
Cries of crackling yellow
Tongues and ochre spires rising,
Roiling, in streams of titian,
Bound within the whirling
Tumult of His aurous gaze.



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 715 AF.