To pray is to descend with the mind into the heart, and there to stand before the face of the Lord, ever-present, all-seeing, within you.
— Theophan the Recluse
The place is humid:
four rooms, maze
of red, easy to lose
yourself inside.
Occupy aorta
and ventricle, lounge
in any chamber you’d
like. Feel at home
enclosed by blood
and beating. The walls
speak. They will keep
you up all night.