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The Opposite of Bridges
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Works In Progress The little ants in white came out
in the middle of the night again;
it’s worse then, than in the day
with no light to make them go away,
to make them pale and insubstantial
fade away
fade away
Sometimes just the chewing noises
and nothing very important
is gobbled away…
but othertimes…
but othertimes: the snap!
The snap of recoiling ropes and twine
like steel cables stressed out to the max
suddenly …suddenly…snapped…
And something inside me runs
from one abyss to the next
searching frantically to find that bridge
where they haven’t got to…yet.
And one day, will there be none?
One day will … there be none?
this is really good. i like it it flows well and makes sense in an off-beat sort of way, as I don't think is really about ants...but I really like your last two lines.