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Echo Mill

by Cole Sullivan

1.
I told myself not to be upset with other people's lives, For, when I look out, I can see the pain that lies behind their smiles. I'm no longer afraid of being who I am and not who I'm told I should be. Don't we all deserve to bathe in the light of our own path? Let's burn the veil dampening our trust in our own strength. Transform the world into a place that reflects acceptance. Bring justice to every living being who's voice cannot be heard by human ears. We don't have to earn the right to live on the Earth.
2.
I can't see any difference between, My environment and myself. I have recombined countless times - Planted like a seed and born in Spring. The flowers leap Toward the Sun Spread their roots Shaking leaves Fill my lungs. Once upon a cliff I hung, Desperately clinging to the edge Of a precipice overlooking Every expectation I created from my forced perspective. So I let go And I flew Through the sky To see the big picture With my own three eyes.
3.
There's a star That shines on you And beckons In the night It's radiance Is unbroken From it's beam Someone's singing To you In a tone Unlike the ones From your throat Yet the messages Speak volumes to Your soul Rest assured That all you've heard Is true
4.
As I walk Down the shore I can see them, But they're not full anymore. All these shells. They retain They're form As an echo Of the ocean's womb from which They were born. Endless tongues Of the tide Lap the shoreline. Gently they caress Each fractal. Then the waves Pull them back To the bottom Where they return To their cradle.
5.
As a child, Fear of death consumed me. A sharp sense Of inevitable fate. A friend of books Whose pages would entice me To escape From the horrors I'd conceive. I'd stay up all night And wonder what it's like To not exist at all. In my divine ignorance Built on images and text, All I knew I'd learned From Calvin and Hobbes. Never told To believe in After-life, I was sure We'd all completely disappear. Feel them stretch, The hairs on my skin Rising at the thought Of pure emptiness. Like an Agnostic Dyslexic Insomniac I would lie awake And wonder if there's really a Dog. Now I have experience Practicing sacred detachment, And I believe Death is a transmutation. Back into the body of the One, In which no part is ever forgotten.
6.
Across the street there's a man With a sign that says, "I'm still alive, but friends my end is nigh." Though he may scream and shout, Everyone blocks it all out. Choose what they hear Just as he fears. In their hands the device Of their own demise. A portal to The electric Feeding tube. On the curb there's a child, A young girl left to die. Treads on her arms and legs, In plain sight Beside a refuse pile. The hordes just seem to pass Without batting an eyelash. Trained to consume And advised To capitalize. They say: "We put our heads down Low beneath the sand. We don't ever want to hear The tortured moans From all those Lying in the dirt. We just want to slink away Into our digital cave."

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released March 26, 1902

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Cole Sullivan Richmond, Virginia

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