once we sat beside
a hair's breadth between
before the seismic shift
tectonic grind
from dip
to pothole
to crevasse
to canyon
now transverse
the divide
we abide
transpontine each other
across a gossamer bridge
warping in the wind
and we wonder
if the other
will dare
to tightrope
above an abyss
to find a future together
beyond the emptiness of this
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