Echoes that somehow

Can surround us

Can resound through stillness

Like thoughts of shifting this balance



Ideas of ideals convolve like intricate phases

Your revelations displayed at two thousand expositions

The mind is going out now

Slowly passing by windows

And someone's silver shatter-shape



Re-form perfect symmetry

And give us dis-concord

Find a place to be now

To a-view the beauty of deconstruction

In a surplus of noise that no one hears

Where silence surrounds us



Idyllic translation

From quiet to noise

In every city street made of steel and concrete

Passing adjoining buildings that fall apart

Forever sincere

Remind me of these times



All features shattered

Slightly off-key

Scattered and forgotten

The patterns vividly deformed



Shine a light on placid visions to revere

Found a place where structures come down