. . . I see you wandering those halls, hungry ghost, I see you wandering and wandering forever in mourning, I see you standing at that window, hungry ghost, with a knife in your hand, you are the sweet mother, you gave birth to me, hungry ghost, you seduced a man in ghost form, and gave birth to living death, I see you wandering those halls, hungry ghost, you wander in search of water and food, and you cannot eat and you cannot drink, you wander in search of the lustful things, the lovely things you remember, you are the seeing thing, the knowing thing, you wander on and on, you are the wandering thing, the hungry thing looking for good things to eat, you are a great thing, a silent thing (your footsteps are silent things), you are a starving thing, you seek out the lustful things, the acts of love, the pleasant things, the sweet and ecstatic things, the gentle and pleasurable things, you are a tired thing, you are a thing tired of wandering, you are a thing, you are always a thing, you are an animal thing, you are a stormy thing, you are a sometimes mean thing, you are a sometimes loving thing, you were the sweet mother who gave birth to me in ghost form, O hungry ghost, and so I live half-dead and half-alive, I am a fleshy thing, I too seek out the lustful things, I too seek out the gentle things, you are the haunting thing, and I too seek out the ecstatic and pleasing things, come to me, sweet mother, O hungry ghost, together we can be a sinful thing, a great and pleasing thing, together we can be one thing, we can be a thing absorbed, a thing entwined about itself, a damned thing, a loving thing, let your ghost-flesh fall onto me, I am a gentle thing,