I dug and dug night and day on your grave and I rebuilt you. I raised you breasts from the dust, the mouth I adore from its ashes, - reconstructed - your arms and your legs and your eyes, your hair of twisted metal and I gave you life ... And that, my friend is just the way the rebuilt the world ... Now you can understand how love could built the world...

We'we always had the confident
vision that other brings,
angels or gods,
Reign above us
And move us to act.
Just as in the fields our actions on the cattle,
which they don't understand,
coerce and compel them without
them knowing why,
So too our hands by which others lead us
to wherever they want us
to desire to go.