Grand Canyon

Sitting up here is invisible
Alone in a private cave
Gazing upon the Vast
In this loft, this solitude
The Nothing resonates in my ears, a
Thurderous void empty of sound
I hear nothing but the wind
It tunnels within my inner ear and silently swirls

A whisper

There is no sound up here

Miles above on the small hidden ledge

Just the sound of nothing--and it rings in your ears

Loud and boisterous, a living death

The swollen ring, a deafening silence

Nothing

Nothing to hear

Up here in the air

Unable to hear the sun crashing against the rock

Listening to nothing, speaking it nothing

"How profound"

To give silence a name

Report its voice, color and sound

The silence is a constant explosion in

My center, my mind, like a roaring ocean

The never ending momentous crashing and ever hiss of

waves

It speaks

Listen

The deadness of sound is a loud gentle ocean in my ear

I can barely hear it.