Unhinged

I am a bridge, untethered at both ends,
An impossibility.
Oscillating gently, through broken planks
to the dull, dual beats of transcendent and immanent awareness.
The scent of gnosis does not linger,
but the fear of ending is eroded,
snapped sharp by new beginnings.
I hover, suspended by the unseen
Above the chasm of all knowing.
What a ******!

Comments[]
Poetry Carol Skirnir Communications