Bridges

We’re held together

by the suspension

of most boundaries

No matter how distant

or polite we may be

behind our lenses,

we war with ourselves

to keep the dark things

quiet until someone

whispers “let go…”

and we reach for that

voice and the light

that sparkles

amid our deviance

Each time we wake,

there are storms

brewing by breakfast each morning

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