Echoes
Echoes
Echoes
Here
Am
I
trapped
with
echoes
echoes
in
the
brain
I
Suffers
So!
Yet
In
The
Suffering
grow
Sub-conscious to the bone
The well of echoes
Echoed
Echoed
Echoed
With a hundred caves
And coves
That was sub-conscious
I hear
Without stopping
The unceasing screams
Of echoes of
Wells and caves
And coves
And ghosts:
In vain I shut my ears
With my hands
The unceasing screams
Tire not nor
Pity take:
Sub-conscious to the bone
This was the preferred Way
The living
Verses of ambush
Crying out aloud
Laxity of styles
But
Rebellion everywhere
There was paradise!
There was
Experimentation:
Everywhere
From this to
That
From that to
Other
That was experimentation!
That was the new verse
And the new
Chants and songs
That was…
That was…
That's why
Then
There were the screams
There was crying aloud.
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