Bridge

Cross the span.
Even for a minute I get a little bit dizzy,
A little bit duller; cross the span-
Even for a moment I get terrified of water
I need a second to breathe before I
cross the span.

Grip the rail, even for a moment
close your eyes so not to see the height.
Grip the rail, even for a time
I fall away leaving nothing but tomorrows
behind.

Light the way, the fog of yesterday may truly
be the veil

And the bridge rises upward over the
raging waters, and sweeps us away
down asphalt paths toward home.

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