The Bridge

The Bridge

If you walk by the bridge like you walk in the air
The sky as a mirror to the river flowing below
Terrors and joys are merging in the whirl
And there is no colour though they’re all in the spin

Do not name anything if you still want to breath
Do not count your footsteps on the infinite path
Keep this space above the line twisted by the spikes of doubt
A bramble from your mind that goes torning your chest
And emptying boundless holes like the ocean in your own depths
Close your eyes to see the light
Close your eyes to recover your entrails back from the waves of destruction

All the furies I swear will soon be flattened by the lake
Do not try to say anything and do not expect to write no letter
Any word dropped along the way will be a lie in the past
That will reflect the shame on you
Do not sow any stone they would not lead you home
But to some fake memory land
You must stand at this point like a needle on the map
In the vivid presence of a single beat of heart
There is never no way home because home is always
Forward in the distance and a part of what still remains and for ever unknown

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