Hanging on All this empty space in the comments section: like a snowfield, white and pure. Dizzying, almost, to look at for any length of time, and the ideas in my head start to mix up and confuse and fight over who gets to go first. First into this shining abyss, leaving black tracks behind them shaped like letters that show where they were and what once aspired to be. I'm hanging on though, it's only four lines... only four lines.
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Hanging on
All this empty space in the comments section: like a snowfield, white and pure. Dizzying, almost, to look at for any length of time, and the ideas in my head start to mix up and confuse and fight over who gets to go first. First into this shining abyss, leaving black tracks behind them shaped like letters that show where they were and what once aspired to be. I'm hanging on though, it's only four lines... only four lines.
Greg - this is fantastic. I think I like your third line best, but your second is damned fine as well. Bravo!
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