Joy, shipmate, joy! (Pleased to my soul at death I cry), Our life is closed, our life begins, The long, long anchorage we leave, The ship is clear at last, she leaps! She swiftly courses from the shore, Joy, shipmate, joy!
I tramp a perpetual journey.
I sing the body that is electric! I celebrate the Self yet to be unveiled!
Either define the moment or the moment will define you.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
Now I will do nothing but listen to accrue what I hear into this song. To let sounds contribute toward it. I hear the sound I love. The sound of the human voice. I hear all sounds running together.