Sound

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

Echoes

dance in my head

clad in heavy clogs

Leaving behind

the prints of their will

Replacing

old memories.

I no longer know

what is new

good

pure

Only that it exists

now

the past

travels

beyond recognition.

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Added on February 9, 2008

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