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Note From Echo

Rating: 2.5

Narcissus, I no longer haunt the canyons
and the crypts. I thrive and multiply;
uncounted daughters are my new companions.

We are the voicemail's ponderous reply
to the computers making random calls.
We are the Muzak in the empty malls,
the laughtrack on the reruns late at night,
the distant siren's chilling lullaby,
the steady chirp of things that simplify

their scheduled lives. You know I could recite
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David Cook 05 May 2020

Tremendous comment on the automatisms that our electronic and computerised age induces. Given mythological weight by the impotence of Echo's voice.

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Richard Hexem 12 March 2010

I am enjoying AM Juster. I don't say this lightly. Thank You.

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