yes, everything is echoing
in conversation, discourse
a discussion paranoid, panic
setting us apart from each other
plainclothes detectives seeking
a roundabout way to pinpoint
an origin of being overwhelmed
we interrogate for naught, always
as if small questions could calm
the creaking sway of noah’s ark
carrying us to hell and back
[carry the pain, claim it for god
own the animal, own ourselves
eating away at the emptiness]
we humans hiding ourselves
in story remembered but not held
memory vs. the memorials
not caring to honor lessons
learned and seeded somewhere deep
and somehow pain traverses pages
traps us again and again
[twisted ideation tarnishing soul]
traverses veins, blood and progress
linear lines of greedy lust
swallowing us all whole, untold
yet still we echo
underappreciated epiphanies
collectively caching the chaos away
[cartography in our palms]
the lessons are in our bodies
but we haven't learned them yet
or rather, we chose to forget.