Tristan Robert Lange

Echoes

“What was that?”

Nothing answers back.

“That was what?”

Answers nothing back.

The words reverberate.

The sounds

Reverb-

er-

ate.

“Who is that?!”

They scream.

“Reveal yourself now!”

Back answers nothing,

“That is who?!”

Like an owl.

“Now yourself reveal.”

Left is now right,

Penguins fly at the north pole,

Polar bears habitate

Balmy beaches,

And milk sits well

With a lemon,

Colored tangerine.

Can you imagine the scene?

Can you imagine

The sacred

Discarded

For a tangerine dream,

Where victims scream

Into cauliflower ears

Unable to hear

All because they

Fear

Their own words—

In every way—

Echoing around

Them?

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