The hum in the streets
are our echoes carrying on,
oblivious to their makers.

They ring and sing,
screeching off of brick facades
that are greying with smog and decay.

To echoes, our world is simple--
a place to test their reverberation.
Unknowingly they grow

into mature vibrations,
cannily mimicking their origins.
Their mimic is cherished

but subconciously loathed.
Now we think out loud,
"is that what we sounded like?"

Ask the walls
before they crumble
and the echoes cease.

11/16/2007

Posted on 11/16/2007
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