The Eternal Conversation
I spoke to the wall,
the echo retorted
In choral unison
loudly
The madness of the
discourse found
The audition, worn,
distorted
What verse or rhyme
can bring her near
When each word casts
as exile
More nameless than
the unseen stars
More distant than the
deafened ear
The wall rejoined,
grey and callous
Hardened to my plight
The Gods are want to
plague the bards
With atheistic malice
There are two worlds,
the stage and mind
The contributing
verse
Is dead to one,
obscure the other
And never the two
aligned
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