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.