many hands seeking to serve the bull, the tremendous, divine power of nature.
many hands offering fine morsels to the radiant one.
what does the master of the world desire?
will he consume our shortcomings born of insufficient gravity
or will it be the gravity itself he will butcher and eat
making us balloon light and full of belly laughs?
shine up those horns that he may poke holes in our stories,
releasing the hot air and causing us to rise ever upward!