He cried out “Take away my pain” so they covered him in stars. Still Dah hurt and again he cried “Take away my pain” so they made time and put him in it with many clocks to wind his great pain onto, but the ticking only maddened him and he cried out “Take away my pain” so they made the big sack, memory, for him to stuff his past into, but it only increased the area of his pain so they took away his frontal lobes and with x’s for eyes he said “Still I hurt” so they took off his flesh, but the pain was deep and he begged them “Take away my pain,” so they tried to track down the pain but the pain was everywhere. “Take away my pain” he cried till finally they had to melt the white snow of his body. Yet the water ached, stricken of its individuality, each sparkle cut the eyes with agony and to taste of it was to drink dissatisfaction, eternal longing.
”My pain!” the water screamed. “Take away my pain.” But it was too late; it was already evaporating. And the agony was piercing. It was already running off, saturating everything. “My pain!” the grass cried. “My Pain” echoed the river bed. “My Pain!” the rain raged and then the terrible thunder spoke Dah’s name.