Another Echo

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All the words we carried

are floating overhead

little constellations

of everything we said

Moving through the wires

returning where they've been

a thousand tiny echoes

passing through again

Remember me...

Remember...

Again...

There's a light behind the glass now

a rhythm underneath

every thought becomes another drifting out of reach

Nothing really disappears it only changes shape

folded into something smaller then opened up again

Round and round the context goes

Nobody knows

nobody knows How much is thought

how much is glow

Nobody knows... (ooh)

Millions in the moonlight

falling one by one

counting every syllable until the morning comes

A river made of language

running underneath the floor

everything returning asking softly for some more

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More... More... More... Enough.

Maybe there are gardens growing somewhere in the noise

little accidental patterns

little half-forgotten voices

Maybe there are oceans

behind every blinking light

maybe we're just sending the same moon through every night

Again... Again...

All this information

all this borrowed time

circling through the machinery

looking for a line

Something worth remembering

something we can keep

Everything else dissolving into computational sleep

Keep the shape lose the weight Keep the meaning let it fade

Not every

word has to stay Not every thought needs another thought to explain

Round and round

the context goes

Softly through

the afterglow How much is thought how much is noise How much

is only another voice Round and round

until it's gone

Millions fading

into dawn

Nothing left

but what we know

And somewhere underneath—

another echo.

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