JACOB

He is one, he dreams, he is many, he is the people’s dreamer, he dreams the people’s dreams, he brings himself to fullness, he is, he is not, he does, he does everything, he goes out into the dark wilderness, he wrestles with God in the wilderness, he dreams, he dreams the people’s dreams, he is the people’s dreamer, he sees portents in the skies, he is the interpreter of stars, he sees, he sees everything in everything, he sees everything in the tiniest thing, he sees the tiniest thing in everything, he is the little whisper maker, he is the little wind maker, he is the magic maker, he sends a heavy fog over the land, he makes people blind with poisonous fog, he lifts a heavy fog from the land, he helps the people see, he is the dreamer, the people’s dreamer, he dreams the people’s dreams, he is crude, he is many, he sees things and touches things, he sees faces and touches faces, there is warmth in his touch, his skin radiates light, he is the sun, he brings storms, he brings tempests, he is tormented by dreams, he sees the people’s visions, he is the people’s medium, he knows the other world, he touches the other world, he smells the other world, he sees and hears and feels the other world, all his senses touch the other world ever so subtly, all his senses touch the other world ever so strongly, he is a strong man, a muscular man, a crude man, a dreaming man, he dreams the people’s dreams and sees the people’s visions, he knows the other world, he climbs the ladder, he opens the doors, he opens the windows, he is the opener of tombs and dark places, he is the raiser of the dead and of the spirits, he sees the futures of the people, he dreams the people’s dreams, he is the national dreamer, he is the wild one, the wild many, the crude one, the crude many, the refined one, the refined many, he is the one and the many, he is legion and whole, he has demons and is healthy, he likes to smell the dead, he likes to feel and see the dead, he manipulates kings and pharaohs with his visions, he is the interpreter of dreams, he eats strong cows and lean cows, he drinks sweet milk and sour milk, he likes to smell and touch and feel and taste everything, he likes to be one having the people’s visions, dreaming the people’s dreams, being the national dreamer, being the national conjurer and medium, being the national wise man, being the national magician, he likes having a wife, he likes to feel and touch and smell and taste his wife, this is good for him, he likes good things like feeling and touching and tasting and smelling one’s wife, he is the one, he is the many, he sees the double nature of everything, he sees the mysterious nature of everything, he sees the future and the mystery and the numinous and the divine in the tiniest thing, he sees everything reflected in the tiniest thing, he is the artist without an art, he is the artist whose art is dreaming, he is the master dreamer, the dreamer of genius dreams, he likes being the dreamer of the people’s dreams, he likes interpreting the stars in his dreams, he likes to have visions of stars and even blindness, he knows there are secrets the blind know which no one else can know, he knows blind men are plagued by visions they can’t describe, he knows this and he is blinded by visions too big for him to dream, he likes being one, he likes being many, he likes drinking wine and trying to forget, he likes getting drunk and having to try to remember, he likes to be one opening doors, but he is wise enough to be afraid, he is wise enough not to open the deadliest doors, he opens the doors behind which are angels, he opens the doors behind which are devils, but he leaves the doors closed behind which are the deadliest angels, the deadliest devils, he is not foolish in his opening of doors and tombs and dark places, he is not foolish as he wanders through his dreams, dreaming the people’s dreams, he likes to worship, he likes to be one worshiping one, he likes to be many worshiping one, he likes to be the people’s worshiper, the worshiper of the people’s worship, he thinks worship is sometimes strange, he thinks worship is sometimes mysterious, he thinks worship is sometimes silly, he thinks worship is sometimes meaningless, he likes the smells of worship, he likes the touches of worship, he wishes he could taste worship, he sometimes sees himself worshiping from the outside, he sometimes sees himself worshiping from the inside, he is the national worshiper, the worshiper of the people’s worship, he sometimes thinks worship is a strange word, he sometimes thinks worship is a word laden with secret meaning, he sometimes thinks worship is an empty word, a meaningless word, sometimes he loses sight of his goal in worship, sometimes he gets lost in the jungles and fogs of worship, he is a dreaming worshiper, a happy worshiper, a sad worshiper, an empty worshiper, a condemned worshiper, a damned worshiper, he worships the devil’s worship and he worships God’s worship, he loves the strange sound and look of the word worship, words are strange to him, words are mysterious to him, he likes to look at words, he likes to look for the secret meanings of words, he knows that there are many secret meanings of many words, words sometimes lose their meaning to him, words sometimes become strange sounds to him, words sometimes are full of holiness and mystery to him, he likes words and numbers, he likes to be many, he likes to be many contemplating numbers, numbers are perfect to him, numbers are abstract to him, numbers are very definite to him, when he’s feeling himself wandering, when he’s feeling himself being lost, when he’s feeling himself becoming many, when he’s feeling himself losing all clarity, he concentrates on numbers, on their perfection, on their definiteness, on their abstractness, on their eternity, and he feels himself again more solid, more definite, better defined, more stable, but words are a different thing to him, words are sometimes an anarchy of meaning to him, words are sometimes tangled with undergrowth to him, words are sometimes filled with weeds and wildflowers to him, words bloom to him, words are lovely and terrible to him, words are sometimes empty sounds to him, words are strange and empty and meaningless sounds to him, he likes to look at words, he likes to listen to words, he wonders what words would taste like could he taste them, he wishes he could smell words and numbers, he wishes he could taste numbers and words, the word worship becomes sometimes strange to him, it reminds him of bowing with his hands on the floor before him and this is comforting to him, it reminds him of lovely smells and sounds and feelings and this is good to him, he likes fallow fields, he likes to go out and sleep in fallow fields where a robber may murder him, he likes dreaming in a place where a robber may murder him, he likes dreaming in danger, he gets the best, most meaningful dreams when he is dreaming in danger, he opens doors and tombs in dreams, he is the national dreamer, he is the dreaming artist, the artist whose art is dreaming, he is constantly receiving messages in dreams, he is constantly opening doors in dreams, this is strange to him because sometimes he cannot remember his dreams, he wonders what doors were opened in the dreams he cannot remember, he wonders what doors are opened in dreamless sleep, he wonders what he would remember if he could remember dreamless sleep, he is sometimes afraid of dreamless sleep, he is sometimes afraid of disappearing into dreamless sleep, he doesn’t think he exists when he is in dreamless sleep, but when he is very tired and weary he likes the thought of dreamless sleep, dreams are sometimes disturbing to him, dreams are sometimes wild to him, he is sometimes perfect in dreams and sometimes sinful in dreams, he doesn’t care about his mother in dreams, he doesn’t know why he doesn’t care about his mother in dreams, this seems strange to him, once he dreamt that he wept for a woman he didn’t know who died in a dream, and in that same dream his mother died and he didn’t weep for her, he wept for a stranger and not his mother, this seems very odd to him, yes and he likes to dream in colors and sounds, he likes to dream in words and numbers, he wishes he could see a number, not the symbol that stands for the number but the number itself, he wonders what a number would look like could he see and touch and taste and smell a number, not the symbol that stands for the number but the number itself, he dreams in numbers, he dreams in grids and graphs, he dreams in great sweeping colors, he dreams in smells and tastes and sounds, he is the dreaming man, he is the many dreaming, he is the people’s dreamer, always always he is the dreamer of the people’s dreams.