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Every station with 'Bridge' in the Name We Pass

A poem by Izzy Shackleton

>>> I don't have much to be mad about

Today is not a day of upset

Not of stomachs or weather really, no threat

Of any tumultuous rain clouds, stout

With that particular brand winter weather touts.

No, I feel no need to forget

The lashing rains louder than a punk band's set

Unless a school of trout from the sky falls out

But there is madness inside the veins of my eye

One that haunts me from time to spaces

The insanity of silence, shared with no faces

Where I'm alone for the better part of a lie

Five minutes, give of take, for my mind to wander

Into realms and fields accused of sonder

Back to BoundBy: Winter '24 (Edition #07)

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