Single by Brendan Bonsack



At this hour of night

Leaned over the bridge

The river is that place

Where two banks never meet



The old bikes and trolleys

Gone the way of stars

Bitten by a singularity



This is how the universe speaks

In weak knees

And stomach lurching

The love of the fear

Of the love of falling

Look, somebody’s scratched

In the cold steel railing:

“I woz ere, so woz you”



I think I may have etched that

On some Summer eve

In the low of the moon

I think I may have etched that

When I was younger

And it was true



At this hour of night

Leaned over the edge

The mechanical click of the walk

Don't walk at the lights

It's ritual an echo

Stitching our breaths

Even when there’s

Nobody there



This is how the universe speaks

In hold please

Hold on to something

The love of the fall,

The fear of the loving

Look, somebody’s scratched

In the rust of the railing:

“Rest in peace, Break on through”



I think I may have etched that

On some Summers eve

In a winter's mood

I think I may have etched that

When I was younger

And it could be true



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