Bridges

I smirk at the sun
She hates me back

I frown at the moon
it will be over soon

I broke my ankle
to be a pirate

I stood
on a wooden foot
and gave my heart
to the sea

The bridges are broken
go under
rise from below

Is it real, the distance between the pit and the peak?
Is it real, the distance between my eye and the moon’s?

I’ll break a bridge or two
to get where I’m going to

I stood on a mountain
and faced mankind

The bridges are broken
go under
rise from below

Author: Ibn Rishdi

I am not great.

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