so now you’ve broken your oath, now you are filled up with filthiness and rot, now you are a wanderer of the waterless places, now you are a ghost who wanders the nights alone in fear of robbers and spirits—what is your name?—who are you?—tell me your name, O spirit who comes to me and speaks with a small voice—your hands are wide and strong, your voice is meek and gentle, your light enters me and my light enters you, we are one, we are many, we are mixed, we are the one mixed with many and the many mixed into one, we are perfect, this is the perfect moment, you are the perfect man, my wide spirit, and these are your scrambling cockroaches, these are your lonely towers, these are your lightning bolts striking the ground like bombs, this is your warfare, these are your warships and your armies and your weapons of light and your soldiers of light, you come with a storm, you arrive with a storm, you are the storm, my heart, you are a terrible tempest, wild heart, you come with the wind, you come with the blowing sleet, this is your wilderness, you are choked with life, you overflow with living things, water gushes from your mouth and blood gushes from your mouth, you are the endless spring, the endless fountain of blood, living things make their home in your heart, sweet wilderness, you are broad and wide and living and so full up of life you are made dizzy by the life living in your heart, you love the weeds, you love the fallow field, you love the undergrowth and the wild-growing trees, you love the birds and the wildflowers, you are vine, you are dandelion, you are choked with weeds, you are full up of the blossoming springtime, there are molds and bacteria in you, there is seaweed in you, there is fungus in you, you are overflowing with blooming mushroom and tall brown grasses, you are woven warp and woof upon life, I sing your glory, sweet heart, sweet wilderness,