The Bridge
You inhabit your body
like a bridge stretched out into the middle of nothing
With neither night nor hope
the body is a bridge hanging from one end to the other
The ends never meet
but they can be seen
There is neither vertigo nor fear
but pure horror
Groping across the bridge
there is no other way
Sooner or later a cloud of smoke is seen in the distance
or the bridge unravels
There is neither night nor void
nor other bridges stretched out to comfort you
And there is no point wanting
to retrace your steps
The bridge is unraveling
feel its texture under your feet
And this isn´t a metaphor
the body is unraveling