E tenebras, lux dormiens

The story told in the poetry below is fictitious, and any similarities to real events or characters are entirely coincidental, and the idea of the echo is derived from the idea of another poem by Fred Chappell, "Narcissus and Echo," written in 1985.

So, the idea is not entirely mine. I hope the idea isn't copyrighted.

The solemn dignitaries to apall, Paul
To ape, to dignify, to break to pieces is
My ego, easy broken, are a drama. a
Thus, I won't believe words of beauty full beautiful
Of craps, of lawless loving, good for nothing. thing.
One thing was wrong, that you behaved as friend, End
Without me knowing that you were unpure. your
And like a rape, you read, and then dictate, hate
What I should do, or should have done before. or
Unpure of mind, my body you undressed, rest
And then compared. I could not understand and
What face or mind you fought then to belie. I
The thought grotesque, like the cry of poorwill, will
It terrifies. And prick, whispering, "Screw you." screw you.

[Edited 20040612: It's called Stylized Echo.]

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