. . . these are your strong white hands, O spirit, these are your lightning hands inserted into my brain, your hands are made of white light, your hands are strong and contain many terrors, here, let me read your palms while your hands are in my brain, I’m alone now, we’re alone now, don’t worry, it’s dark and daylight is a long time away, I see a thousand books in the lines of your hands, I see those hands in seascapes in dreams, I once felt a thousand invisible hands like yours descending upon me and touching my face, your touch is poisonous and your hands touch many living things, O descend into my brain, poisonous hands of light, there are many terrible things you can show me, there are many blissful things you can show me, I see that you are a murderer, I see that you stalk mourners at the tombs, I see that you infect many people with sorrow, I see that you are a lover, I see that you enter into the dancer and show him your ecstasy, you have entered into my brain, you have thrust your white hands into my brain, I am helpless, I am overtaken, and my tongue starts to move, and words come from my mouth,