I am the tiny whisperer, I am the crazy priest with a thousand talismans hanging all about my robes, I am the madman scribbling nonsense on paper in a cave, I am the hermit shut up in the inner rooms afraid of the world, I am medium, conjurer, witch doctor, and you, my love, are the spirit of my mother, the spirit of my grandfather, the yellow skull I see when I close my eyes, the infirmity of the cripple, you are what the blind man sees as he’s drifting off to sleep and doesn’t know it, you are the bones of some gigantic beast and the blood of a father murdered by his son, you are the waters passed from father to son in the semen, the waters that are always white due to the crazy churning of the sperm within them, I am the blind hermit, the deaf hermit, I know nothing of the outside world, I know everything of my own inner universe, and that universe is dangerous, crazy, and vast, O give me good dreams, tell me good stories, let me roam through dangerous pastures and eat of poisonous plants, let me find myself full of delirium and sickness, I am ready to see what is inside me, I am ready,