Every synapse crossed
Is an impression consigned
To propensity
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Your love is a bridge
Poised over fitful ravines
Despair’s path to bliss
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Between two Elm trees
Diaphanous strands tether
Murderous cravings
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The constellations,
Bridges in navigation etched,
Lead ships to harbor
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“We” ended today
The umbilical cord cut
“I” will do without
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My eyes once lead to
A coruscating spirit
Now they bridge to black
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Divine reflection
Clouds like lichen-covered stones
Bridge the lakes’ surface
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Japanese bridge creeps
Along the perimeter
Of a Zen garden
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An assortment of haiku and senryu for
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