2000 steel windows 

smuggled from some crack 

in a welded sky

noticing the spectacle,

a blue light emerged from underneath my feet

glancing across 

confusing my eyepath

these proceedings were conducted by unforgiving winds,

looming,

a cruel force born to 

shove its victims

past any distance

                                      (once in Hart's dream,

                                                a tunnel emerged

                                                          where daylight

                                                                   could escape to)

(the tunnel left

                           the dark half of the world to ocean

                                     where nothing could traverse

                                                            nor disappear from the nearness

                                                                                                                       escaping all directions                                                                     

                                                                                      and ending where the others had just begun)

then lugging sharp notes inside my jacket

I stumbled along, 

pointed toes restraining my head

away from whatever dogma was stuck there

I came to a desolate bridge

traffic held up from all directions,

the structure was institution: The Legendary Flooding Gate,

for if the thing ever leaked,

the two lanes would dissolve into the green abyss

(no one else would dare come to this place without longing for another place to go)

by this time my pockets were so full of holes

my wings had to steady the rest of my body,

so every 6th or 7th swallow

I waved goodbye to my little

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Postscript: 

bridges may be visions,

metaphors that appear when other options vanish

or when one perceives

any tracks erected to rescue the world

are subjective, supposed,

for madmen only

thus I pretend to grok this world,

bridging a path to an otherwise moment of clarity

4/3/71

NYC