These are the dances that never end, for the dancers cannot cease to dance. They move with an energy that is not their own, they move with bodies that are not their own, they make movements that are not their movements, they move arms and legs that are not their arms and legs. They are the wild ones who cannot but move, and they gain power in this dance, though the dance and the power are not their own. These are the movements of angels and the manipulations of angels who manipulate the heart. (And the angels move figures and forms in the brain, and these become the shadow men who stretch themselves over the whole of one's eyes. These shadow men are the powers of angels and the fetishes of angels, and they are made of the substance of shadows through and through. This is why they move in quick jerks and no light can escape them except from their eyes. They stretch and lengthen over the whole of one's eyes in the night, and they cannot be seen but in the darkness.) This is why I broke the windows of the storefront. For there are broken brains and broken brains, and bonds over bonds, and fears under fears; and the stuff of shadows shall rise up and overtake me so that I am drowning in the stuff of shadows.