Echoes
It is true,
That once we were so much more,
But through the ages of devolution,
We have become lost within our time,
What once we were capable of now is incomprehensible,
No longer open to interpretation,
So few so close to remembering,
Perverse how evolution has become our execution,
We are echoes crossing dimensions,
Drowning in the obsessions of morbid fascination,
Our inability to conceive our own potential,
Becomes the patronising ignorance of our own progress.
We have come so far by losing so much,
That all we are now is lost.
wM
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