Monday, October 22, 2012

2.537 : 10/22/06 : Bridge

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I wait for the
perfected page
the sum of all
translations
soon knowing will not
matter
we’ll be left
with the cold equations
give me a bridge
a space of pause
a track across it
a set of laws
I don’t believe I
should ever need another
crazy to assert it so
but I have done
without my druthers
nothing but
what god had graced me
with, up top the ridge
I strode out on
the bridge


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