My ego loves feasting on echoes:
“right, right, right” the echoes whisper and shout,
filling me up and making the plunging depths of
social network canyons seem almost friendly, but the shimmering, brightly colored canyon walls betray the presence of other egos
No matter, onward and upward
Where my ego is supreme
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2781934-I-think--therefore-my-ego-IS
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