The Bridge lifts the road over the Void;
then the road continues on,
leaving the Bridge behind.

Yet the Bridge remains essential
to the road, without which
it is incomplete.

One day (or was it night?) I leaped
from the Bridge without blinking,
meeting a solvent end.

A friend has written, it's the ego
that wants to die, not the body.
But the body, too, must be baptized.

Now I live in the shadow of the Bridge
like a tramp, a troll still damp
from the plunge to my beginning.