Oooooh there's gravel in the pasture near the Calumet Pallet CompanynI recognize my life as an ancient archetypenI've set free in slide birthing a servantnI'm indebted to and embedded withinnHe's unfamiliar to me as I am to himnWe two fabulous beasts of prayer and sinnOoooooh there's nothingnLike your motor-cycle slalom through the cometarynWe still walk on will more so than our feetnAn intuitive atlas toward a feastnnear the knuckled branches of a gnarled treenI'm unfamiliar to him as he is to menBut a well of healing waters floats us freenBut Ooooh that woman on the street corner won't stop screamingnPlease please please please please please please please