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By wordley Date: 2020 May 06 Comment on this Work [[2020.05.06.15.37.13516]] |
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Echo There....hanging in the ether of the ages, That slight tremulation, the merest movement, an ancient modulation; It leaves it's melody on the threads of time, slow diminuendo, Little amplification on the soundboard of my life; There...the merest flicker of light, a rogue photon, A peripheral ghost caught in the wink of an eye, a visual eddy; No longer enough to cause after images, blink reflex left un-triggered Little illumination on the page of my life Whatever it was, is now gone, its imposing bulk disposed Still the occasional echo of what was, I suppose that will fade with time Things vibrate, the more we touch them, let them go, they will slow If we leave them alone long enough, they stop.....never to be seen or heard again |