Echoed Thought

The inner sphere of echoed thought beholds The urn of changing vapor from the height Of lost remembrance. Darkly, mist unfolds A weight of madding blindness with such might That all within the realm of misery is stirred To joyless life, announcing its pursuit Of softer voices, pantingly interred By sparkless fires, unmoved in their dispute, Outsoared by unextinguished will Earth’s gold to loot. The mastery of unfulfilled descent Within the madness of the shattered wreck Which binds all light to us, dim mortals, lent By desolation is for Phoenix birds to peck. Indomitable as the burning heat Of blazing suns whose rays descend on me, The task of breathing is a hurtful feat Whose worth is hard indeed to see. What oracle might have foreseen my fate’s decree? Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com