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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