we shall open doors better left shut, we shall dive headlong into the waters, we shall grip the sweet earth in our hands, we shall grip the dry dust in our hands, O you are the perfect man in the perfect moment, you don’t dream and you can’t stand to dream, you don’t see and you can’t stand sight, but I shall show you the tombs and the dead, I shall raise the dead for you and show you white and black and green and blue waters, O these waters live like nothing else lives, these waters are full up of blooming life like nothing else, this house has many secret rooms, this house has many secret waters, O come with me through this house to the tombs, there are passageways and stairways and rooms and catacombs you never dreamed were here, there are bedrooms and kitchens and living rooms and dens and basements that you never have set foot in, there are floors in this house you’ve never been to, though you’ve lived here four years, this house has many spiritual agonies, this house has many soulful agonies, this house has much of bliss, this house has much of terror and craziness,