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 |   A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| I walked the concrete squares and cracks of the city, glimpses of me flickering in shop windows like a double exposure the mannequin within and the one without. A thousand other feet beat their own rhythm A thousand unseen faces searched for meaning , counting down the street lights looking for a sign, leaving trails of frosty breath. A million lives are lived together in rows and blocks from east to west. They brush up against each other mumbled apologies instead of relationships. I long to stare into the open maw of those barefaced chasms cut by glaciers, to be enveloped by the emptiness and thereby banish the loneliness. I would stand upon the edge of the abyss and call to the ancient ghosts of time. They would echo back to me, and call me by name. 20 Lines Written for "PromptMaster !"  Prize Prompt: The thing you’d most like to shout into an empty canyon just to hear the echo. Prize Prompt: The thing you’d most like to shout into an empty canyon just to hear the echo. |
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