text_original: Yes, this one was lifting from its bed on the hard earth beneath. I was sure of it. It rose an inch  then an inch more. Gripping the handle of my tomahawk, I prayed for guidance in my stroke, for the blade might go wild in the darkness.
text_transcription: YES THIS ONE WAS LIFTING FROM ITS BED ON THE HARD FLOOR BENEATH I WAS SURE OF IT IT ROSE AN INCH THEN AN INCH MORE GRIPPING THE HANDLE OF MY TOMAHAWK I PRAYED FOR GUIDANCE IN MY STROKE FOR THE BLADE MIGHT GO WILD IN THE DARKNESS
phonemes: jˈɛs, ðˈɪswˌʌn wʌz lˈɪftɪŋ fɹʌm ɪts bˈɛd ɔnðə hˈɑːɹd ˈɜːθ bᵻnˈiːθ. aɪ wʌz ʃˈʊɹ ʌv ɪt. ɪt ɹˈoʊz ɐn ˈɪntʃ ðˈɛn ɐn ˈɪntʃ mˈɔːɹ. ɡɹˈɪpɪŋ ðə hˈændəl ʌv maɪ tˈɑːmɐhˌɔːk, aɪ pɹˈeɪd fɔːɹ ɡˈaɪdəns ɪn maɪ stɹˈoʊk, fɚðə blˈeɪd mˌaɪt ɡˌoʊ wˈaɪld ɪnðə dˈɑːɹknəs.