Bridges

Do what you want and fuck the rest. I love bridges. If I had a bill for all the philosophies I shared, if I had a penny for all the possibilities I presented, if I had a dime for every hand thrown up in the air, my wealth would render this no less severe. What part of our history’s reinvented and under rug swept? What part of your memory is selective and tends to forget? What with this distance it seems so obvious. Self protection was in times of true danger. Your best defense to mistrust and be wary. Surrendering a feat of unequalled measure, and I’m thrilled to let you in. Overjoyed to be let in in kind.

You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give. You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have. I give you thanks for receiving it’s my privilege, and you owe me nothing in return. I bet you’re wondering when the next pay back shoe will eventually drop. I bet you’re wondering when my conditional police will force you to cough up. I bet your wondering how for you have now danced you way back in to debt. This is the only kind of love, as I understand it, that there really is. We’d rise post-obstacle more defined more grateful we would heal be humbled and be unstoppable we’d hold close and let go and know when to do which we’d release and disarm and stand up and feel safe. This is utopia!

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