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echolove

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echoloveecho
loveecholove
echolove
soempty
gone
drawn
in caverns
stripped out
the shout
of yes yes
emptiness
off hollow
walls calling
stalling with
nothing much
but distance
and the staccato
echo of a moon
in tow, constellations
with halos of never again
painted like a joke on horizons
of want, taunted by the lost irises
staring, skin cold to touch, too much
the icing of can never go back

echolove echo echo
above the winter,
nightfall like
a shadow
confirming

nothing

love
echoing
itself like
caverns
haunting
.
.
.
.
2.12? 2002