the river’s ardent flame
the river bends into dark corners
Argand lamps gleam across its skin
each flame a question
each ripple an answer folded away
the bridge waits in shadow
stone pressed against stone
listening to every footfall
holding the weight of crossings
the Argand light steadies
not words but fragments
a laughter broken into dust
a troth scattered into air
lamps shimmer into the current
the river folds time
into shapes no one hails
its surface glimmers with mem’ries
the bridge endures
each step a renewal
stone breathing with passage
arches bending toward recall
brilliant flecks steady again
touching stone and glass
absence sky-drift faint as ash
presence flares in ardent return
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