It does not begin,
it does not end.
Never hear it start,
never hear it stop.
Ceaseless, present
at every moment.
This inner sound -
an object of sense.
With willpower we dominate,
breathing at our will.
Whereas we are subordinate
to the sound of silence.
An entity you cannot dominate,
but...
The voices of silence -
exclamatory silence!
They vent what is suppressed,
articulating what is disconnected.
For answer, my tongue dances
to the rhythm of my whisperer,
vocalizing concealed thoughts.
So, this Delilah of my mind
tingles my consciousness with her voice.
This luring temptress that is psychosis...
I’m sure this resonates with many Daniel. Kudos for posting this