martian echoes

this earth is a bauble turning in an echo chamber of night
and i’ve nothing to say that hasn’t been said before
the patterns of sounds at my disposal when rearranged
become truer in words

if i’m a miracle then why am i here at all when
no pattern exists that’s new and consequential
there’s life on mars yet still i miss you (so far away)

in perpetuity i declined for my end
but now i’m grubbing out of dirt for your touch
tho’ they fill my gullet with partisan stones
you make me reach for transcendence

i hope ‘cos i must if i’m to maintain this belief that
we’ll meet again beyond the art of memory
love, you will not be abandoned and forgotten
i cleave to you, we are human
and this is our story

 

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017

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