I may not suspend like a bridge
Of southern aspects, slivers of gold
Await me as they anoint me from the inner
Virtues that I beheld so vehemently.
I know, I know the wisdom contained in jars
To be special material made by Martians,
Motley crew of simpletons.
I am like a bridge in the space called
A Universe that pleads for sin to be absent.
I may not surpass the ones who shoot into
The heavens,
But the rockets of salt and water are upon us
And you,
To see them we are days and nights in ruin.
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