Maybe it’s not fair to expect so much from you

Young people of the modern mega-state

The adults have always brought you food

So you won’t know who to ask how to cook

When it’s time to walk into the night alone

When you walk into the night alone

Unbury the hunger you were born with

It will show you where dinner is hiding

In the branches, the pools, in the beasts, in the world

In the corners of the dark foundation

When you’re hungry beneath the full moon

In the dark belly of the modern mega-state

Try to imagine that you were just born there

Try to imagine that you could be in the world

And the world could be in you

And cooking food will be easy