Bridges from Mercury by Jim Rioux

Something about the crossing
The cold steel bright
The wincing sun, how it cracks
My memory’s ice
I’d almost forgotten
What you said to me that night
How I should remember
The origins of light

Tell me, was it you I heard
In the chopping waves
Were you that little bird
That told me to be brave
I am not my master
Not equal to the task
The currents moving faster
Through the harbors of my past

Something in the night sky
The sweep and twitch of time
Had to keep on walking
The highways of my mind
Perhaps when I am sleeping
The twisted route unwinds
What I’ve done unspooling
The details of my crimes

Tell me, was it you I heard
In the chopping of the waves
Were you that little bird
That told me to be brave

I’d almost forgotten
What you told me that night
How I should remember
The origins of light

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