Please give me some feed back on this one
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Please give me some feed back on this one
Building Bridges
I stand before a bridge
it is like any other bridge I’ve crossed before the only difference is that this bridge leads everyone to the same place single file and in step.
High volume of traffic that at first seams impractical to travel. And indeed it is too much for some vessels as they tumble over the side of the bridge.
Not lost forever but now they must travel through thick valleys below alone.
Soon they demand higher rails and wider roads the bridge looses its former glamour and is now dusty and bland I look above and see a zip line far above the bridge.
I see them soar through the sky but many who attempt fail and fall hard in the valley below.
This bridge is no faster then the valley below yet I suffer less fatigue then the ones below me.
Then I look up to see the vassals above soaring through the sky they land on the other end and I see what they are doing.
They are building a bridge, like many others they all lead some where but in the end we all end up at the same place building bridges.
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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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