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The Echo Returns Not

The cacophony of egocentric edicts, intoned within the noise of existential commotion, doesn’t return reflected in harmonic resonance from the serene sensuous screen, to where it comes from unperceived, for the signals of stark reality of being get absorbed in the encompassing quicksand abyss of the marooned morass minds. The multi-channel stream of emotion meanders in the carved-out valley in mental plateau, the concert of craving cascades resounding with the melodic matrix in the sculpted heart. I place my ears on the flow of the rippling air, but the sound of soulful music doesn’t reach me, for the reverberation dissipates in insensate psyche. The rain of solace falls in benevolent torrent on the desolate trees of desiccated essence, the rhythm of the aria of revival resonates on the dancing leaves of possessed passion. I keep my subtle senses alert in the seraphic scene of live actuality, but the symphony of showering succor fades away unechoed and unheard. Within the deep space of contemplation the silence of celestial cadence vibrates in the quintessence of divine existence, where the sonorous soul resonates with the devoutly assimilated echo of the timeless sonata of supreme bliss.

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