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 Grandeur Of Melancholy

Bridging The Infinite 

Here in flight in non partial minute.
What seems like a real long time.

But you get back to every bridge
built took years out of paying
very little mind.

Once you start burning
your senses, your cells
like the planet are just fine.
Just convince yourself 
that the burned bridge is still burning.
Is somehow forever in light.

Each time you brick
and mortar mention 
that you are bridging
your ties, to yourself
as you get to going
across the infinity
space and size.

This has to be it.
That you are making
it back, to the point
where you can cross
to the greener other side.

So I just go and pay 
my toll to my own
worser self, the troll 
that doesn't exist.

An hour has passed.
That you got to get payed,
but by the years I disgress.

If it really does only go one way.

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