1:15:02
Sun's gone down.
1:15:04
So those of you
who are not standing watch,
1:15:07
get a good night's sleep.
1:15:10
Tomorrow morning,
we'll plan our fight.
1:15:15
Tomorrow afternoon, those of you
who would like to join me...
1:15:20
in the reeds...
1:15:26
the cranes and I will be sharing
the last crumbs in the peyote sack.
1:15:34
I love you, Jelly.
1:15:59
Lost in a psychedelic
trance,
1:16:02
Delores, queen
of the whooping crane rustlers,
1:16:05
wandered among the nests
of those great birds
1:16:08
who would rather go extinct than change
their lives to suit the ways of men.
1:16:11
Peyote buttons sang
in Delores' brain like a choir,
1:16:15
and above
that ancient chorus,
1:16:18
there eventually rose
the voice of Niwetúkame,
1:16:21
the divine mother, calling
her daughter to her muddy throne.
1:16:24
There the promise
of the third vision was fulfilled.
1:16:30
But what was said,
and what was shown?