Monday, January 18, 2010

Empire of the Echo - A Poem

Were not perfection Your measure,
there would be fear
piled upon us like a gallery of rocks,
doubts tunneling under, shifting avidly
into crevices of songs.

Poetry, Your Rarefied Majesty,
I kneel before you.

Without You we would feel
the unspeakable pain -

the echo that never returns,
the song launched in an imperial void.

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