Flute in a Cave

The echoes I herd
and channel through the burrow
carry away my prayers
as if they were there
but to contemplate
an usure fate
and freedom of will to explore
I am determined
to abstract the lore
and all the laws the eddies provide
the clicks and the ticks of clocks
the caravan
and masses of rocks
where the melody
is sure to play
the basic entity
repeating
owning the deed and the copyright
sow the harmony
as time's dilations
reverberations
in plain frustrations
worrying on formal titles
waves and frequencies
the pipe is a bit too engaging
when echoeing
and not talking
or performing.