Echoes I

So much  blackness is
So many  chasms
Gape at my feet
I have lost count
Cannot measure them

This living blight is warm
The scent of black
In the night
So near
So much  harm
Is in my way -

How  do I step
Over it
Move  on
Leave you behind

I have cast my fate
In the deep
And  wait
for the echo

To  reach me yet
Your  voice rebounds
My  head
Images  of you
Redouble me

Make  me  lonely
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