In the valley's warm morning air, I unexpectedly...
An early thought before the sky was heated...

Nothing else here, pressed soles at tufts not mown...
After colourless chat flew from surprise...

Now I'm not diseased meat on the medical table,
Tethered and frightened, unsure of my frame...

The terrors in my life unclothe me with piercing...
Frail battle plans...

The gist of the matter at a glance,
Experience strolls while children prance...

Bearing shared secrets behind them, they talk...
Sometimes encased in deep guile...