your bridge (20 April 2009)

18 Dec

describing a bridge as having
no end
meant only it was too dark
for me to see

it swung through
the wind
and swung again when
you stepped on it

like eternity branded on it’s
footstep, an eon cable braced
your space, something vast
filled you to scale

it swung though you
and it swung again
like a flag celebrating the
  beginning of wind

and you take your first step

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