The fee'back, feed me, monstor,
of my own ****** mind,
made up.

Destroy the destructive force of nature,
harness truth, deny the chance,

we all may learn to read, and write,
we all may gain time to spend speaking
often, one with another,
having all things needful, and readiness,

for any weather, as we come to expect,
the low place fills with fallen rain,
freezes and makes for a terrible death,

unless, that's the rush, that's it, that's
what makes us feel, it is possible,
look, I swam, to thin, edge ice,
and stood, ha, am I not
as a Phrygian god who slew the old bull
and fed the hungry who knew to make fire.