Soundproof But Not bulletproof

Soundproof not bulletproof Wake up and smell the morning thunder. Take what you wish From It.   Existence. A mirror image. A pleasant sound. Your first quiet moment of the day. Solitude. Jail cell with one window, just a Few cracks. The guy in there’s man enough to admit that he thinks Birds are Beautiful, and that flight could heal things. Secretly wishes the window was soundproof, but not bulletproof. Says he would Accept death, if he didn’t have to Hear it Coming. The void is welcoming and Droning. The void is a Perfect Pitch. I don’t think I have anything the void wants. It does not want your Things. They are of no use to your Paths. There’s no such thing as Waiting, or Wanting. There’s no Time. Problem Solved. We are Just Pieces. Stop trying to fix yourself with a hammer and not nearly enough Nails– we don’t need Sealing. We are not envelopes– Even if we move cross country We’re not Envelopes We don’t have destinations We’r --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support