The New Normal

They yell whine, yell, snear and vary from the slightest whisper to a thunderous shout There may be one particular voice or often a few voices and occasionally, many As in bicameral civilizations, they are recognized as gods There's no person there, no point of space from which the voice emanates A voice that you cannot back off from. As close to you as everything you call you. When it's presence eludes all boundaries When no escape is possible Flee and it flees with you A voice unhindered by walls or distances Undiminished by muffling one's ears nor drowned out with anything not even one's own screaming How helpless the hearer! And if one belongs to a bicameral culture where the voices were recognized as the utmost top of the hierarchy Taught you as gods, kings and majesties that owned you head, heart and foot The omniscient, omnipotent, voices that could not be categorized beneath you How obedient to them, the bicameral man! Suddenly, clearer, deeper and even louder than before The deep voice came at me again. Right in my ear this time And getting me tight and shivery inside Parker Simpson I told you before You weren't any good Why are you sitting here making me believe you are as good as anyone else here when you're not Whom are you fooling? You're no good You've never been any good or use on earth There is the ocean You might just as well drown yourself Just walk in And keep walking As soon as the voice was through, I knew by its cold command I had to obey it