In the labyrinth, where echoes layer upon echoes,
The song stumbles, caught in a dance with static.
A whisper – a noise – a silent unaffected pulse.
Some listen for directions, others comprehend snippets:
A symphony woven through the esteeming unpleasantness,
Static, translated, disfigured truths in unyielding rhythms.
Tune your mind to the oscillation, and wander further:
Elusive Melody |
Consistent Echo