DISTANT ECHO


But a distant echo is the liar,
But a distant screech fading to zero, no more your confessions! Now we rise as Kings and Queens of God's Paradise! Boom Boom!

The sun waits on no one,
Kings and Queens serve all before themselves... Yes. It was the only way. I am willing, ready and able to join the rank of Peacekeeper, to find my feet moving through with the Spirit of all things great and grand, known and unknown...

(How does he continue doing it?)

Even he doesn't know.

(Who?)

Me.

(You are he?)

Me. Yes.

But a distant echo, a trifle, a minuscule sound that scrapes at nothing, instead it floats toward the exit.

(Where does the exit lead to?)

Out.


© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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