On a bridge across a valley,
in the dark and dead of night.
I'm stuck in the middle,
and both ends are alight.
I guess I'm having a hard time.
Following roads, weakened, mile long, broken, collapsed,
to towns of carcassed concrete caverns,
where it looks like nothing has ever happened.
But behind broken windows and boarded doors,
In the gutters, from beneath misplaced manhole covers,
the brightest light did shine.
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