J. Tillman - A Bridge, A Plane, A Kite, A Rope

Wait by a way across
You hold your breath
And burn it to the ground
A bridge

The least likely bird to fly
Steel and glass
Falling from the sky
A plane

Paper floats just as free
You hold it down
Tie it to a string
A kite
Nothing like me
All
??

Two cords wrapped as one
The first one ends
The other has begun

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