The Sound of a Sound Voice by Joules Feb 21, 2012 The bird flew over turbulent waters And entered into cavernous quarters. Where echoes were swallowed whole, Stolen not sold, a soul stuffed into the cold. She shot her shot voice, into the dark muffled noise of muzzled sharks starved of attacks nickel, dimed, billed, and taxed from maintaining a sense of tact that they lacked back when they couldn’t act. As a matter of fact they just couldn’t relate when really riled up from a too frantic fate. fevered by a fervor of favors not met owed to them … Continue reading The Sound Of A Sound Voice