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The Bridge: To Brooklyn Bridge

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How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
The seagull's wings shall dip and pivot him,
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
Over the chained bay waters Liberty--

Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
As apparitional as sails that cross
Some page of figures to be filed away;
--Till elevators drop us from our day . . .

I think of cinemas, panoramic sleights
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Jorge A. Gil 23 December 2019

The bridge is a Fantastical sense of one bringing their Consciousness into the vision of this bridge and of everything it stands for of everything it bleeds from the human consciousness from sadness to to Fury to hate to pain to suffering to laughter and joy the bridge becomes the one road that leads all people from suffering back to Triumph and there it is where we find the voice of Hart Crane Breaking Free like an egg cracked on a frying pan

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