I saw him there this morning
          his golden hair was burning
his lips were sealed with yearning
                  yearning to place many forces
                  ten thousand things are voices
                   the tribes of voices are choices
     I faked my face n my laughter
             I hid my fear n  my anger
he pulled my chains n my anchor
                    laughter and anger are choices
                    ten thousand things are voices
                   the tribes of voices are choices
he shock my hand n my soul
my " who are you's " protocol
         I leaned on him as a wall
                           I could hear only his horses
                    ten thousand things are sources
                          sources of voices are choices