Unto the Fog

And the fog, it drifts.

An enclosement, brushing, filling.

Thickening, unable to see.

To witness all that turns.

For I am encased;

Walled in this prison, so close.

Let me be.

Alone, let me alone.

But I see, I am the fog;

Closing, close.

Aside in this world I call my own.

What must be done?

Clear skies, are they too much to ask?

But the fog it will not go.

Pulling me closer, close.

Finally I see its eyes;

Unto the fog.


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