As a young man, we sat around the camp fire below the caprock in a land once known as commancharia.

There we told are dreams ,
Most visions came to pass and most dreams were simple enough.
But one elder. Named longbow.
His brand was apocalyptic.

That evening longbow described a scenario.
In which a massive island volcano erupted into fire and massive chunks of mountains landed into the sea.

He called this a vision of the past.
But myself and my kimosabe redcorn,
When we share ideas about this

Canary island thoery, we beleive longbow may been shown a vision of the future.
As all visions must be repeatable outcomes