Can you cut a window out of the fog?
Or a door into the ocean
Is there any way to escape once you are set aflame?
I try but it is pain and confusion I find
Shadows assail me yet they strike with fists of steel
I find the common thread, and it was me
How then to escape the blame
How to establish what I know to be true
They are the flame, the fog the pain
And yet as I, engulfed in the mist
Struggle to find what is me, I am engulfed
Swallowed whole by a thing I did not want
A choice I never made
Left to follow the sound of the horn
Blown to guide the way past shoals and reefs
No door to open, no window
The only way out … is through
Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"