Tower of Babel
piercing the heavens
runes of common language
scattered on the wind

Echo, Echo
your curse reverberates
your dare to declare Love
answered with disdain

Like a broken motion sensing light
indiscriminate to breeze or tempest
Used to be clear what we were seeing here
but now we’re just left to guess

Now we’re only left

A shattered mirror
image split within
We used to know better
than to trust
that
reflection

Shadow and light grow ambiguous

Like a broken motion sensing light
indiscriminate to breeze or tempest
Used to be clear what we were seeing here
but now we’re just left to guess

Like a broken motion sensing light
indiscriminate to breeze or tempest
Used to be clear what we were feeling here
but now we’re just left to guess

Now we’re only left
to guess

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