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My footfalls in the city’s night-empty
streets strike echoes off indifferent walls
my senses strained, improvising fresh
grounds for fear from the empty silence.

The still air seems thick with the detritus
of countless wakeful nights, with stale
dreams, decaying nightmares, with
interminable, tormented insomniac schemes.

I am unable to silence my suspicions,
they tear at my flesh like thorns of briar.
And still the distance that separates me
from a warming fire seems immeasurable.
©2008-2009 =AlecBell
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Old old poem stripped down to the chassis and rebuilt.

16/05: Edit to the last stanza, as suggested by :iconmarzguy:

Thanks for your help, Mark
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It's not just your wide vocabulary, but how you use it that I really like.

I was imagining someone walking alone, studying every detail of their surroundings for a sense of... company.

Great piece:)

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Dum spiro spero.
Thank you very much, Emma.

I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep
"And still the distance that separates me
from a warming fire seems immeasurable."

Great line.

I see it as a finishing line.

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We’re having a poetry reading July 20th
“And The Whole World Is Invited.”
Thank you, I've amended the poem accordingly.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep
Wow. I guess you concur with the suggestion then.

Thanks for honoring me with your consideration.

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We’re having a poetry reading July 20th
“And The Whole World Is Invited.”
It's so beautifully constructed, and the emptiness, the searching you capture in poem throws the title into a whole new light. Excellent.
Thank you very much Cindy.

thanks too for catching the irony in the title.

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There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The roots of the future run deep
You're so welcome. :heart:
Aimi: It's cool, but what exactly is detritus? And for that matter, chassis? ^-^;;

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"I am never thrown out, and I don't leave quietly, I storm out! In a huff! And then I get revenge!"

-Serena

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