Noise envelopes meIt is my constant companionMechanicalElectronicHumanAnimalAll mount against meTo assault my consciousnessAnd drown outThe voices in my headAnd it is only in the nightIn that sacred momentBefore I am anesthetized by sleepThat the voices break through in a dull roar of silenceAnd words fill my mindIn an impotent attemptTo…

If you saw my office, you might mistake it for a junky spare room.  The only clue that there is anything special about it is an oversized desk and the computer—and books, lots of books.  With only a single chair at the desk, it does not invite visitors. When I…