Between the Doldrums and Western Wind

Once I got tah tha other side of tha field I came upon hollow psylos. Tha same silo that I had lived in as ah youth. It had a constant echoin' noise off of the inside of it's hallow cylindrical walls, as it shook tha silo's acoustics, down to tha very foundations onto which it was built. Tha sound's rhythm was in ah two-two beat followed by a four-four tempo, which remained precisely consistent with tha beating of my heart. Mah future-Tha same future I done seen 'fore anyone else. Tha redemption unto all my folk family. This is my first novel. That's about it.