Hammersmith Bridge

Blessed are the weird people,  the poets and the misfits as their

creation flows to the bridge.

Theres an element of faith,

In lacking doubt,

it's always present,

without doubt,

Positive uncertainty

surrounded by stimulation.

Never fade, 

The sequence

begins and ends at the bridge,

Beat by beat,

Step by step,

Footing collides with concrete ideas,

Lamp lights and running thoughts,

Flying branches and stems,

Curious pigeons and gliding gulls,

Circles of energy, 

Multi coloured swift interception, without relinquishing beauty,

Walking, talking,

The elements of faith,

Inward running of concept after concept,

Under the bridge the transmission of force by river boat,

Within it the life. 

Gregarious chitter chatter,

And in-depth debate,

Pulverising the air,

Pointing and piercing gaseous exchange,

Inhaling and exhaling,

The bread of life,

Rhythm of flower movement and growth,

To sniff is to test,

The decrepid dandelion,

But it's a survivor

And it heals. 

The strength of the footing, The music of the push,

The glide of the unpredictable,

Wing beat after wing beat,

The tunnel vision,

The flow of leaf fall,

Unending and unrelenting,

One leaf falls,

Creation begins.