quiet

driftwood remains on the beach on the Oregon coast

driftwood remains on the beach on the Oregon coast

in the vast grand quiet
        at the center
                of the mystery of existence
               
        if it is possible
                that a voice
                        might shatter that stillness
                       
        would you tear yourself
                away from
                        your prosthetic noise
                and strain to hear
                        that small sound?

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