I despise the bridge
As omen of evil:
Pasture lost
To pseudo-progress,
Torn trees,
Graveled grass,
And loss of another
Country lane.

Yet o'er it I will
Penetrate where I've
Not been in half-a-life,
And celebrate transcendent
Knowledge with
Unravishable earth,
Water unquenchable,
And those visionary
Fireflies of the mind.

04/06/2002

Posted on 04/06/2002
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