An Echo

Alas by midnight moonlight I sit contemplating my duel reality.
Inherently, I see conflict existing between morality and animality which is why capitalism and humanity can not seem to agree.
A silence sets in, filling the room's emptiness with an eerie sense of self belonging.
Longing for the truth in the matter I listen within only to hear what I thought was a monster speaking back.
It saw things in black and white while I tried to promote a fleeting argument for the shades of grey.
Okay, I saw myself in error with the ever present echo piercing the silence in the room.
You see, I seem to keep falling over human nature.
They save the poor to feed to the rich I can't ditch my humanity in exchange for great credit.
I dreaded the echo's response as I was sure the source supported the monster's choice.
I hear my confessions of desire mixed with an iire of the shameless ideologies born from ignorance.
I know to some it makes sense to raise profit margins for idol eyes but as to my prize, I seek the essence of immortalizing my family line.
By intelligent design that which ties us to this plane connects us to the next. People once praised Ah Puch and Anubis.
In context their societies lived in a reality where their Universe chose to speak back.
Someone today would see their high priests as deranged maniacs if hey we're brought back and judged by our standard.
I feel like the stars both spoke and embraced  their language knowing their sweet echo still remained.
They sang to the future while staying present in the past.
At last I am beginning to hear that which the Universe locked away for this specific moment.
I hear not so much a sound but felt a wave, much like a frequency, unique to me but could it be?
It would seem to be controlling energy is usually born in solitude and stands at the center of solidarity.
Perhaps immortality and immorality are like distant cousins of the same universal source.
The stars know the truth and echo to persons able to pick up their notes.
Their celestial voice remains harmonious hope continuing to fill abundantly the ever present silence in the room.
I maintain that the answer remains with the celestial star who was birthed and produced it's first echo to the new moon.