Criss-cross … by moondustwriter
standing in a corridor
just too many feet
ebb flows with humanity
no elemental beat
cross contamination
no notes neatly on a scale
standing in obscurity
life colourless and pale
shadows move around me
where do they all go
dissonant, yes empty
I stand before all woe
Prompt from Reen’a Exploration
Creative Experiments and More 
criss cross
count the cost
diamond in the rough
life is tough
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