you'll get the number of his voices -- all speaking at the same time,
all disputing one another. And man touches you with his many
hands while arguing with himself in different voices,
all the while without so much as my permission.
(My confession: When it got too scary I laid
on my side he's been touching and crushed
him, dividing him into pieces, as many
as his discordant voices.)
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