Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

Eternal Entirety’s Longest Bridge

Four
furious
fabulous
fantastical
years I am astir.
Awakened by wonder.
Blown, cleaved, shattered asunder.
Creeping. Crawling. Leaping. Soaring.
Traversing, in dazed bewilderment,
Eternal Entirety’s longest bridge.
Beams break. Decks collapse beneath my feet.
Dumped. Swung in circles. I retreat.
No place to hide in transit.
Flailed. Flayed. Foresaken.
Impetus for Life
pulses, surges
purifies
pushes
on.

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