and so they'll go wherever they will, now won't they?
but here on Buridan's bridge I've been standing so long I've grown into it
like a lone flake of verdigris
here on Buridan's bridge I've been standing so long
the moths have been eating my clothes
and even though I can crane my head and see the skyβwhich is endless and going to swallow me up if I'm here even a second longerβand I can let my head fall and see my feetβplanted on the bridge above the sea that is the sky's tongue ready to lap meβeast is west and down is up and