Initiate

I have come out of the naked house
Whose hours and doors
Are infinite and open and shut
As the palm of One’s hand.

I have come out of the naked house
Whose forsaken arms are the corridors
Wherein I–in coat of stained mail–
Lumber dizzily, stalking a nutshell.

I have come out of the naked house
Whose closets and attic space
Are bare yellow cavities in which

I count myself in this very ditch.
Without suitcase. The tall,
Fragile pawn of infinite space.