Corpse as a Beautiful Word.

Do you hear that?

What was it?

Was it sensuous?

Was it lovely?

Was it your own heart?

No.

It was probably just the vents.

The washing machine, the floor.

Something meaningless,

Without beauty, no texture.

Just sound.

Listen again.

Is it prettier then before?

Have you learned?

Do you hear the flavour?

The sweet melody,

In the groaning of the earth.

Maybe.

I believe your getting better at it.

One day,

You'll be really good at it.

That will be a fine day.

When the silence of the earth,

Is a sweet symphony.

Peace within nothing.

Beauty from the void.

Simplicity reining supreme.