Echo
With words that we utter we wind through the day
Mortal matter we mutter as mind mules decay
Exports of odd thoughts to extremes across seas
The relief of belief spreading memes like disease
By parchment, by paper or carved into stone
By improbable chance or by one glance alone
By smoke, sound or signal, or flashing like light
Streaking into the heavens and into the night
Speeding softly unsealed and scattered for years
Seeding stellar strewn fields of celestial spheres
Leaking into the fabric that permeates space
The one tiny echo of one human race
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