We are dancing out of step
to music out of hearing;
remote, pulled by moons of time,
the dark undertow that scours the patterned echolalia,
studying dissonance,
reverberating into arid canyons of time.
Are you listening?
Are you out there? where
unhearing,
we are condemned to repeat
in distance and inevitability,
in unsanctioned error, the evils of the past.
© 2010 Charlotte Merrill Jensen
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