I scream into a vast cavern,
And my voice echoes.
Echo!
Echo!
Echo!
Echo.
Echo.
And soon, my staccato
Sound dampers into nothingness.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
Echo!
I scream into a vast cavern,
And my voice echoes.
Echo!
Echo!
Echo!
Echo.
Echo.
And soon, my staccato
Sound dampers into nothingness.