Golden Bridges from Unquintessence by Dust Harvesting

I grasp through shattered window
A higher burden.
A longing bridge was
Golden.

I kept my bluesings
And howlings to the moon
While all they were
Selling my love

On the marketplaces and
Folding every hand
To come by
These golden bridges.

I couldn't be of something less and
Lower than any bitter way.
Do you find relief in being
Passed from palm to palm?

Raised as fool among dividing hearts
And sinking ships, could any of you
Take me down with these wretched starts
No one will ever look into?

I sing along with
Everything what fades so
Our voices
Are in tune.

While floodwaters will rise.

And noise of muddy water is
Sign of my arrival
To your estates.

But I touch your broken
String and still my mandolin
Does not sing. I bowed all
The tyrants crowned.

But was left unguided. Do I have a
Place to wander? These doves in the
Sky are a flea in open cage.
Seems I stop the storyline.

Only those on solemn
Grounds would feel a sadness
From choice to care while I keep
Looking at the golden bridges.

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