I glance up as I pass under the bridge,
A great colossus in the evening light.
Rising up, I glance down: a pass over bridge
And river and town. My nightly flight.
Higher still, I go, till the bridge is a speck,
Nothing but a dot in an endless sea,
A sea of pitch which is now, too, a speck.
I wonder if there's another here like me.
There is a loneliness that can't be said
(Only felt, and, seemingly, just by me).
Floating, I wander 'round the world and dread,
I dread those feelings which seize, hold, and tie,
Those feelings that build and knot in my chest.
Maybe someday they'll release, and I'll rest.
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