Sparklehorse – Return to Me
I walked, and ghosts awoke me.
So very high a bridge beneath
my feet.
A man who jumped before
paused.
A girl engraving light
on slides behind glass.
They see the same sight.
They hear a similar score.
But different tones of thunder and brass.
A moment before.
Equivocal and opposite,
God’s Grandeur and the loss of it.
Open mechanical and golden gates.
First opened for the descent
four days late.
image: Curtis Gregory Perry
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