Echolocation

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Soaring on

streams of consciousness.

I’m speaking up

speaking up —

even if you’re not tuned-in.

Haven’t you heard?

I’m broadcasting

so that one way

or another

we’ll find each other.

I’ll spread the word.

Come dusk

we’ll find a spot

with great acoustics,

and sing our hearts out.

I’m speaking up,

speaking up,

because I have a voice.

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Transmissions

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Games of telephone

only rarely end in fistfights

despite the breakdowns in communication.

Wherever the goal posts slide too,

just have faith your teammate

won’t fumble —

then upon receipt,

so help you God,

shoot straight.

It’s a game of inches,

where the slightest errors

accumulate

and slowly send your statement

careening off course.

How quickly we forget

when our ears

become mere passageways

for the words to escape.

But, if I’m being honest,

a mind like a steel trap,

on it’s own isn’t enough,

and does not a strong chain make.

Games of telephone

barely ever end exactly right

just try your best, given the situation.

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Codebreakers

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There is simply no way

to not communicate.

But there are times

When direct quotations

must masquerade

as pointless noise.

Working backwards,

the cipher takes

a clear line

of thought,

ties it into

a Gordian knot,

and casts it in to the ether,

to be parsed out,

piece-by-piece

by one side

or another.

Brilliant mathematicians,

turned prospectors,

decrypt, ascribe

and sift for grains of truth,

or pertinent words

in the cloud of deception.