You’re the echo inside me,
the harmonious voice
inside my head.
Your words reverberate,
mimicking my mind,
every thought spilled,
phantasmic and fluidly formed.
Mutually manifested magic
is all we’ve ever really known.
Why need we even speak
the thoughts that dwell within
while we cheat mediocrity
bathing in buckets of bliss.
Maybe it’s the glory gained
by hearing ourselves think
beyond the breadth of others
in a oneness all our own.
© 2023 Michelle Cook
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