born in sound, voice by
the call - the world begins with
the echo of you

I’m waiting
For a three word echo
But all I hear
Is radio silence
And my ears are ringing
Like the heavy air
Before a thunderstorm

Did you know that this house
breathes in the man-made lights,
so our walls can exhale colors?
Tonight, this town is going to burn in neon blaze again,
for the sake of light-pollution, love.
Yet this time, 'light' means our corrupted souls.
You know, some may say that
there's no place for the true firmament of stars now,
not even time for twin-flames, like us.
Yet still, we are capable of coming to blow with this mirage,
battling against this army of bogus lustrum.
For we are about to lose our sham voice
so, at last, we can echo light.

Beyond the walls
you have erected,
through the peaks
of the mountains
growing in your
unresponsive body,
there’s an echo that
has been reverberating
for centuries now.
“I love you”: that’s
what it spells out.