.He cut through the streets, eyes upturned
A small patch of sky looked down on him
Through baskets they weave so thickly
He saw on a sea alone in the clouds
A rusty old bridge
Was jailed in his mind
He thought it was golden
It swayed to his breath
And creaked with the bolt.
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