To my mind appears strange and devilish apparitions
Phantoms of sight and touch and sound
Adding to the weight of my fear and contrition
Reverberating in ghostly philharmonics all around
Sometimes they sing, rejoice exultant
Bearing aloft the awesome truth
At times their manners are errant, truant
And they squash me with cold, judgmental hoof
At times they push me to the brink of tears
At times I'm dancing with joy in the street
They are the source of my pain and fears
But the source of my dreams so sweet
     O voices, are you evil or kind
     Do you reflect duality of my mind

From the ***** of God, multitudes of visions cascade
In to the peripheries of consciousness
Epiphanies herded in to magnificent parade
Fulsome in all their lusciousness
Which God it is is not always clear
But the form of her Beauty is sharp and sure
The enchantment grows as she dances ever near
Consists in her blessing perfect care, cure
Bursting out of the hinterlands of repressed psyche
She, spirited, splendid, dances
Sweeter than peaches or lychee
In enamouring trances
     O form of forms, your beauty sharp
     I honour you on lofty harp

I got so addicted to it
That i was willing to settle
for anything and anyone
Who felt as good as you
But none will do

--you ****** me up