Poem: The Echoes

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My latest five-line, original poem is inspired by American novelist Henry Miller’s reflection that all the work he is doing in his life is a manifestation of himself and his attempts at control. In other words, fighting with our ego commands our primary attention. Miller concludes, “All the struggle, then, is phantom play. The fighting with shadows. This I know.” The emphasis is his.

In my interpretation and twist on this issue, my problem is the echoes more than the shadows, which, is similar, I suppose, as an echo is a kind of shadow.

The Echoes

in between the voids, we battle the echoes.
infinitesimal monsters muttering madness;
we respond with ever-fading memories,
trying to resurrect the gods of meaning.
life, then, is finding surcease in silence.

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