12/30/08

Fog

The thick fog rolling in settles over everything:
The things we know by heart,
And the mysteries that can pop up and give us a start;
It covers the good and the mad,
The pretty and the glad,
As well as all of us cloaked in misery;
Our pain cries through the fog,
To the sea,
To the sea.



December 28, 2008

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