If I close my eyes tightly and listen closely I hear the mechanical force of a condition.
If I listen closer I hear the mumbles of the beast in the distance speaking to say nothing.
If I focus on my listing I hear birds and squirrels skitter the trees flying and gliding for the feed.
If I truly focus not on the sound but on the silence I hear the voice it speaks with the Wosh of the Wind.
If I hear the voice it says compare, look upon greatness and see yourself lesser.
If I see the ways of the voice I fall to it join it in the depth and I become no more than the wosh of the wind.
