Friday, 11 January 2013


Immersed in air the steel and alloy
connecting concrete of opposite shores.
Walk with easy steps, never avoiding
cyclists sedate or energised at ridiculous level,
steering clear of buggies packed with Tesco bags
and toddlers being politely spoken to.

Among oceans containing infinity
are neural networks which comprise one’s soul.
Personal space may insulate or host cognitive adventure
on this ninety-metre journey, the bridge’s structure
unchanged when one returns with incalculable
new connections in one’s brain.

How many of these would it take to transform
a wishful thinker into an existentialist?

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