Under the bridge, where sunflowers rest from fatigue,
it is over bridges that man seeks the pyramid scheme; illuminati num,
trampling over sacred ground; wet and soggy, even the bricks have to learn,
echos in the trolly; sublime creations, heavy hearts damper the steel beam,
strolling or running, running away, towards~undo your seam,
trepidation costs the living of one’s demeanor, levelling the ocean dream,
prolonging action due to it’s sedentary nature, movement slows,
wisest of men strum as hummingbirds fly above the lucrative seam.
Attainment of riches is to beg~beggars know the shallows, they have seen
through the eyes of injustice~words are expansive and serene,
contain a life ~neither a lie~secrets reveal methodology for control,
abundance is of the temporary; in spheres of etheric splendour they scream,
shining shadows into the dark of night; confusion besets tearing at the seams,
high shadows in multitudes of a conjured life; remain unseen, to be seen.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019