The Echo

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The beauty of a moment
Is drawn out in its echo
For the echo is not a repeat
But the moment as it is drawn
Into the fabric of the world
With all unrepeatable things
As remembered imperfectly
Making their only moment
All the more perfect in its time
And the future is more beautiful
And the past is more sublime
And the present is most kinetic.

1 comment:

  1. The moment lives on continually
    Though the echo may yet die.
    But why suffer long a dying echo
    When the moment can emerge
    Again from its corridors of silence?

    Nay, echo on, victorious moment!
    Echo its song throughout eternity
    And grow yet stronger with vigor
    Each day ‘til song meets with Song
    The perfect Song of trembling silence.


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