Day 2195, concrete. Day's pictures, Poetry I was standing under this great bridge made of grey concrete every bridge is great if you are close to it even one made of grey concrete
Day 1531, when I slept. Day's pictures, Poetry It’s the bridges that brought me here that I see collapsing In the nightmare that I had when I slept in my dream last night
Day 1529, who. Day's pictures, Poetry A white bridge spanning a dark ~ crosses me to a side ~ I don’t know who I will meet over there within me
Day 1528, fog. Day's pictures, Poetry Through all the fog I see in the morning ~ I walk still to the other side of the bridge that I don’t see ~ but know
Day 1492, half a bridge. Day's pictures, Poetry From far away my idea spans the horizon ~ from the side where I am going to the side I want to be ~ but now I am closer and not so sure ~ I can’t see the other side from here
Day 1486, arc. Day's pictures, Poetry A majestic structure looms overhead suspended seemingly in hazy air ~ the parabole my road hangs on to the other side
Day 1406, alone 2. Day's pictures, Poetry I live on an Island ~ but there is this bridge to the rest of the world ~ I sometimes wonder if I really live on an Island
Day 1367, delusion. Day's pictures, Poetry It looks like this is bearing my soul the road out of here ~ but I only see the road
Day 1250, bridge. Day's pictures, Poetry I will overcome the other side spanning great depth or into darkness Read more