How brutal to look upon Something and know not what it is,

Oh how possessed we are

As it dies and passes on, the pain it strikes

It lives as you have, breathes as you’ve breathed

You take from it it’s food, it’s supply

But it needs not much to exist, and it’s seed lies deep in you in wait

One touch of the seed provokes it

It reaches out to grab you, cling to you and you to it

Once you thought it was you, but now you see – it’s your creation

With great gifts come Life or Death

With Life comes everything, nothing is kept or hidden 

in the Deep.