echolocation

All the same words. All the same words in various orders.

All the same orders, word for word in so many words.

It all sounds the same. It was.

Are we saying the same thing?

Are you reading the same thing? We are saying the same,

reading the same things, so those are not mine?

If it is all the same to you too, it must be as disappointing to you too.

What is this maddening monotony, cacophony?

I am trying to say something original. Nothing was left.

No wonder none understands-meaning-deeper than face,

used all the same pretty words until threadbare, there,

two too many times. Make more!

Also, and Silence, I have said. I have changed for a mind,

momentarily in lieu of reverberating or reiterating more

echoes in empty rooms, pantries, and needs nearly nothing

for nourishment, nothing can be said hereto hear,

to hear only the same small words all lined up

in repoemed formation, loaded with an air of epiphany,

see, repetitive can be reflective, refractive, prismatic

mirror opposites 'true to scale'

said enough, with lips red

wardback

            ‘devil’

Painting by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot, (c.1870) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.