Arguing With The Echo Poem by Sonny Rainshine

I sat down on the rim
of the canyon,
and bawled then bellowed that that
promise, that that
compromise that
I consented to at this very spot
lay now at the bottom
all broken up,
deposited there by me.

By me, by me, by me,
my echo mocked.

Yes, by you; by you, by you,
my ears cocked
to wait for the silence
that hushed both the echo
and its source.

It was then that that
understanding, that that
tender wisdom that
resignation and acceptance bestow,
enveloped me and the clean sensation
of self-forgiveness and regeneration
returned to me, resonating
like an echo.