For CMO - With love and thanks

Do you hear voices?
No really, the voices,
Do you hear them?
So I am alone,
Searching for something,
In the tortuous whispers,
Of Aries, Mars and Zeus,
Taking hold of my soul,
And demanding that I honour them;
Honour them,
Honour them,
The Gaul,
As they have not honoured me,
Instead,
They have caused my souls regression,
To a point,
That it had become unrecognizable,
Even to me,
Honour them,
Honour them.
As I seek they hide,
As I hide they seek,
But what and why,
Is less clear that how and when,
Honour them,
Shall I surrender to that which does not allow me any solace,
As in the shadows lurking,
I see in them the dark of I,
The true unreal and unreal true,
Holding fast to what I am,
Honour bound,
And duty found,
Honour them,
But how,
When in the cold romanticism,
All I desire is to be cuddled by the light.

SDM