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  Who were baptized with Christ, they have put on Christ                   The table we sit at is invisible, it is the ether between us, the separation belt no roasted fish which we could fill the baskets with nor five buns which feeds many   It's hard intensified fight between us pulling inertia knives fall across the table they stab into places on which it is conceived grape, seed which cheers man's hearth   We can't reach you you can't reach us words are multiplied they bury the first word which we do not want to remember because here we arrived in the hard armor s to this feast   Waiting for the moment for Lord of the feast to replace us with tramps and put them at our places because we have put on… because you have put on… worthy of reserved seats but eludes us heavenly Last Supper and there is no one (or is there?) head on the Savior's chest to lean   And the sea r