Echoes that somehow Can surround us Can resound through stillness Like thoughts of shifting this balance Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions The mind is going out now Slowly passing by windows And someone's silver shatter-shape Re-form perfect symmetry And give us dis-concord Find a place to be now To a-view the beauty of deconstruction In a surplus of noise that no one hears Where silence surrounds us Idyllic translation From quiet to noise In every city street made of steel and concrete Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart Forever sincere Remind me of these times All features shattered Slightly off-key Scattered and forgotten The patterns vividly deformed Shine a light on placid visions to revere Found a place where structures come down
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