Vol. 2. / 209.) When You See A Bridge . . .

Why do you know it means something when you see a bridge?

When you see a bridge, you know

Something you do not understand,

And though you might not grasp it

You know it means something, true

It was the bridge from here to there

That in another world found meaning

The missing connector the joyful magic

Spanning either side of the dividing river

In truth our ingress and egress is alike

For both ways a bridge can be crossed

In touching both banks at once:

There was a going in and a going out

To find pasture

Though the way across, was the laying

Down of a life for a life, one way of living

For another: the good for the best;

Good is the enemy of the best

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