A bridge.

A child of this waiting room.

Out of the clutter, a crossing is born.

Your kingdom can wait,

Now is the time to walk out of your plot,

To sleep with your sign.

A bridge.

She instructs you to kneel,

She leads you behind the waterfall,

And you let her.

Once the son of the father,

Now the son of man.

A bridge.

You have been summoned,

Ordered to arrive at this desert shrine.

Restored into the priesthood,

Sworn into silence,

Changed into wine.

A bridge.

It spans across the void,

From Siwa to Salt Lake,

From a broken compass,

To an abandoned plan.

And along the way,




         Sarah Ann.


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