Jump off the bridge
I pray for signs. Knock twice for stay. Three times for go.
In the alley of my psyche I'm a whore for synchronicity.
I'll kiss anything that will pay me a clue about what to do.
Oh Angel of Resplendent Certainty find me in this night
and give me a dream so real that it pushes The Knowing
up to my skin.
Jump off the bridge.
That's what all The Signs say.
I don't understand this answer until I remember the question --
the one that has me on my knees:
Am I really the bridge?