Arching bridge, now crossed, no longer supports.
I am gone away – there is no way back for me.
Sailing ship, on far distant shore, now lies beached.
No roads, paths, or byways, lead me to thee.
As together, to slippery edge of doom, we walk.
Farewell to thee, our ways now do part.
It’s a work in progress, an experiment, part of 366. I have already changed it since first published. It may change again. The original version is below. Now you ask why do I keep changing it? I say in answer – what is a pentiment? More of my ambiguity! Why should I answer thee? Between that which lies below, and that which sits above, is a vast complexity that lies beyond your machine-like way of seeing an eternity. Then you ask: what is 366? Wait and see, I say by way of return.
There is no way back for me – I am gone.
We walk, slowly, silently, to slippery edge of doom.
Farewell fair lady with the beautiful soul – I am gone.