"If you wish to leave a record of your call, please state your message at the sound of the tone." Are you alive? Yes Prove it His world is seven days of action and simplicity There is no light, but there is sound It fills him with great, sluggish ways Not heard, but felt in his hungry cells The cells pulse, separate, contract According to the rush of fluid This is now the basis of his beat The flow, the beating of his own blood