Wednesday, March 4, 2015

6422. THE BRIDGE OF NOW

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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