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