Introspection

by Kathryn Gustafson

There were two voices:

One falling down 

Into a long, dark 

Hole. 

The other echoing back

To white, empty 

Air.

Then I realized: it was not two voices after all. 

Just one. Just mine, 

With nowhere to go, 

But up and down

the deep well 

inside of me.

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