Silent Skulls
It's rare to have a moment of complete silence.
When the entire world's clack is turned off.
Maybe that's what heaven's all about.
An eternal silence filled with soul bubbles.
Exchanging telepathic pleasantries.
No
throaty motors or
screaming neighbors
playground screeches
No thin-walled moans
or deathbed groans.
Just birdsong and flower mist
drifting through the silent heart
of heaven.
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