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  • I sense the distance between me
    and the nearest human being
    as a canyon on the darkest night.

    I'm afraid of falling,
    tumbling and bouncing off
    ragged rock edges that jut
    below the razor rim.

    I try to fill the distance
    with conversation.
    The words whistle past my ears
    sometimes like
    a sad song softly complaining,
    a jarring jazzy interlude.

    I want to cover my ears.

    The canyon is revealed at dawn.
    I see the depth and breadth of it
    and fear I'll never leave the rim.


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