the power of the horns . . . the great seeing creatures in my heart, making crazy music in my heart, O I cannot stand this crazy music in my heart . . . you are the deep seer, the seer of the depths, the wanderer of the dreamscapes . . . this is your glory, I sing your glory . . . these are the tombs, this is your casket . . . we are assassins of dreamless sleep, assassins of stupor, assassins of blindness . . . sweet seer, what do you see in my chest . . . do you see a great beast, with one eye on his forehead, and one eye on his tongue . . . do you see a monster, something that could strike suddenly at anything and anyone, do you see danger . . . this is our sweet dangerous wilderness, these are our robbers and our murderers, these are our rapists and our war criminals, they live behind our ribs, they nestle themselves behind our ribs . . . we are monsters, you and I, sweet dreamer, sweet seer, I think you’re becoming crueler, sweet dreamer, I think you’re becoming cruder, a sinner, a bitterer sinner than any bitter sinner, I think you’re a monster, you’re growing taller, you are bigger, you are getting younger, sweet sinner, why are you bitter, how are you younger, where is your thunder, O dreamer, you’re wilder, you’re meaner, you’re crueler than ever before, here we are, together, here we are, both cruder, meaner, O seer, I see your thunder, O sinner, I see your power, you are crazier, you are madder than ever before, what is this runner, why does this runner run, is he freer, is he wilder, is he greater, does his body run while his mind is still, does his mind run while his body is still, is his mind aflame with drunker passions, is his heart aflame with greater fire, O center, where is the center, I have lost the center of the world, I am adrift in choppier, wilder, whiter water, I have lost my center, where is my lover, O dreaming dreamer, I have lost my center,