Can anyone hear me? I am so lost. I am in the house. I am in submarine. I am alone and angry. I am closed. Like a door, the closet, the hanging shirts, the grit of sand and the old kelped beach washed with wrack and the old weathered boards of the wooden hut. Actually the shore and the kelp and the hut are open, but the closet door is closed. Site of a hundred million nightmares, the feet visible behind the hanging coats, the scratching, the creak of the door. Oh, G@d, the creak of the door. But the house is empty, it's empty, it's safe, because I am alone and cold and hungry and there is no-one in here. I can come out of the closet any time I want.

I am listening between the clothes. I am listening to my heartbeat. I am listening to the voice I cannot swallow, like a fantastical bird with large and fanciful plumes. It cries out and it sings to me, and it listens for the echo. I am here, my Lord, I am your echo, to say all that You say. No, do you think they are the voices of angels? It is only a voice of undiscovered flesh. Where the throat of the house closes in and swallows me, pushing me to another farther room. They said there are doorways that only go inward. If you walk the other way back through you do not reverse direction. You are going in again. I am your voice in your throat; I am the undiscovered flesh; I am here to protect and to cradle you from the cold and the cold light over the ocean.

Why is there a dark greengray ocean in this house with me? Why is there a white-skied shore glittering with wrack and oysters and the brown wood jewelled barnacles? Why is there white lumped flesh? Is it in me? Is there without me? Is without the house any where? It is good. I heard the ocean can fit inside a skull, if you permit a bit of sloshing. Oh into the upper chambers of my head, filled with spray and saltfoam. I must ascend the chambers of the house, the nautilus spiral--narrower and narrower until the universe comes to a point? Or the world is a bookform thing, a bound and papered thing, and to turn the page you go into another room.

And how should I presume?