Voice's shadow that needs rescuing from The gang-press of too many voices All intent on listening to themselves -

This is always the case, the din In the head, on its wheel , persistent Like a hamster - to pay attention is

not too difficult - except the occluded solidity called the Self that keeps coming in the way - the all I that

Like a thunderstorm keeps flash-flooding The more darker lava-like substance known as the Soul into voice's shadows.