Flee the Day

Drooping over
the bridge of day,
falling into the
deep pool of night.

an arc looms large,
majestic, pronounced,
a frame woven with
the edge of a zip.

the water is dark
as if waiting to engulf me
into the smooth tranquillity
it breathes.

we flee
no going
the waves ripple
like the beats
of a slow metronome.
Just like we had begun,
we can feel only calm.
At the very bottom
we wait,
to be on the bridge
of tomorrow.

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