reflections not met
mutually as we wanton wander the world
making footy prints in the wind, 

each of different cut
(Relax) 

Take from the pot
give back to the pot 

Give from the pit of ones gut
The giving is the living made of us 

How revolting to take and let die

There is animal
and there is ‘christ’

as there is matter,
and there is energy