If the voices in my head stopped,
I’d be pretty scared —
they’ve always been there.
When they align together,
I speak as one,
no hesitation
in action or tongue.
Every sound, each movement
motivates, releases gravity
from a body bound in damnation,
flowing through intensification.
Sometimes funny,
other times sad,
most of the time angry,
yet still — deeply glad.
Each one has purpose,
though none has a name;
to name them would be madness —
but I am not insane.
I am guided by the ringing,
a passion without end;
spirituality unwavering,
the animal within engaged.
Solitude is needed,
as is the longing to connect.
Neither should diminish
the truth of our authentic self.