4346. I HEAR VOICES

I HEAR VOICES

I am hearing voices again - the deck hands

are jabbering, the noise of the background jungle

strong. I cannot shut things out : they imbue the

essence with the real. Let me sit here, just a

moment, to collect. I am lost. I am singular.

I have but a short plank to walk. I own

little. I remember much. All-in-all,

good shape?