Sound-Proof Room
Aug 1 2022
Of all the things money can buy.
Quiet, for one.
In this leafy enclave,
gated
secluded
exclusive.
Where everyone looks like you,
and passing, nods politely.
Laws strictly enforced.
In this rocky cove
fog rolling in;
sea spray, that tastes of salt
and waves lapping the shore,
screeching gulls
you don't notice anymore.
In this glass-walled penthouse
far above
the chaos and the noise.
And out of sight, as well,
on those rootless days
when looking down
all you see is cloud.
In this hermetic room.
Where the sound of silence
is the rush of blood in your ears,
the musty air
filling your lungs
but never quite emptying.
The echoing steps
as you pace back and forth
with restless indecision,
as if searching
for something vaguely remembered.
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