Echo chamber
poem
Tongue-tied and twisted over
His mouth upon itself, he
Searched in vain for some other lover;
Found none but echoes eternally
Isolate, mirror in mirror, none
So crude as to assume their minds
Disjunct, such forked singular tongues
Entwined, hole-beneficence that binds
To itself all thought, unwinds all hell;
For this glassy world can do as well
As life, and none would throw a stone,
Afraid he'd miss and find himself
Not in a crowded room, but all alone.