preference has nothing to do with it
the world spits on your grave
the systems of change from smallest to large
obey the same laws
which your choice seems to affect
but this is an illusion
- instead search outside the world
- parts within no one has seen
- keep these things between us
we are secrets to each other
secrets known only by the world
these secrets linked by thread
ancient ancient ancient and
forever new
stranger come here
my mouth is an O
the mirror enables
it
island to arrive at
the same as every
other island, you,
alive
STANLEY GEMMELL
Hopeful Bridges Poem
