THE BRIDGE OF NOW
I've mortgaged my heart to this bridge of now
and only now has it come to some fruition. The
house I live in has extra wings - no one knows
of them, not even the mortgage holder, whom
I pay with a smirk. It's too simple to just disparage
others, without having a solution to the problems
I perceive. Better to just let it ride.
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My shackled meanings are kept in the outside shed,
under a lock and sometime key, the combinations of
which I've occasionally forgotten - then they open
themselves to me, and I really needn't do a thing.
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