I am the perfect bullet.
The freedom of the eagle, seeking and focusing perfect death.
Destruction in the cycle of life. Only to be renewed in the next cycle!
Hunter vs prey in the eternal interplay of equilibrium!
Listening to it performed made it so much more than the absolute of the written whole.
Poetry is expression perfected in expression!
I have nothing more to say about this poem.... sublime.
Thank you @owasco for going the extra mile!
I can not thank you enough for reawakening my poetic voice. And for your help. And for that amazing comment. And for The Ink Well. And and and...
Did you hear I changed one single word in the written version after I made the recording? "I am the bullet" became "I am but the bullet". I could go on forever making this kind of change. Deadlines are the cure for that.
My favorite part of poetry groups is reading my stuff out loud, so being able to do that here is fabulous.