A bridge so long no end in sight we walk
it all to reach the bright,
matter was strange before the start
so long, uncertain and unknown
jumps won’t change the speed
shift of dimensions take hold within
old pain takes over diminishes glow
just being and a long way to go
half way past with a tired shadow speaking
hope seems foreign at this point
Suddenly a change, the bridge is short
this is the end but better, more great
the journey is over and the new begins.
Poetry
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