ECHO

I am too 
Worn 
Out I blame 
Not my weary 
Small version of 
Existential 
Horror there is 
Only the endless 
The vastness of 
A universe 
Unrequited
My wailing song 
Of harmonics in 
Dissonant chords 
Is rippling forever 
Unheard
In nowhere 
Not music 
Accepting me 
Taking me
Beyond my puny 
Perceptions 
Still there is 
No echo 
.
ECHO
29June2021
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