Volume Up

Disheveled, I must say,

I’m holding it together.

Despite my inability to slumber

With a healthy ease, and

The paranoia from which I’m

Rapaciously losing weight,

I’m doing fine.

There’s one thing that, I’m

In conflict with volume.

The volume that floats

Through the ether of time

And growing, while our

Entire universe is shrinking

Into a black hole over

The course of a millennia.

Prior, and thereafter.

My head feels the same.

I’ve never turned the

Volume up, but my inner voice

Is becoming louder and

Frustrated, my higher power

Is telling me something.

I just don’t know what yet,

Or who, or what a higher power is.

It’s all getting louder though,

That I know.