Ekho

 Ekho

 

Within myths that now are never read

of long lived in lives by living dead

dwells Ekho, Oreade of mousseux eye

who had Zeus’ back; when she did spy

by Kithairon’s untamed summit high,

young Narkissos come tripping by,

and all of nature did hear her sigh,

but here Hera now did strike her dumb,

wise counsels to him so very young

return back to her; will help no one,

barren echo sours slopes of Kithairon,

could only speak of love in final words,

reverberates but there is never heard.

He watches only screen-soak, instead

plunged four square one pixeled led,

blanks myths that are now never read

by mirrored lake streams’ frozen flow

Narkissos’ love did self sleeping grow,

and between his ears live only echo

and between his ears live only echo.