what the fog said

fog,

which falls upon the eyes of the hopeful

and the hopeless without distinction,

clouding the harbors sleet-ridden and silent,

which curls around the yellow shanty lights

like hands made gray with cold around a fire,

which hangs immutable over reverent valleys

like the untranslated voice of god.

 

smog, mist, haze,

i cannot stand immersed in forests

claimed by your smoke

without finding my own breath

fuming,

evaporating,

fading into sameness.

 

as mute songbirds appear and disappear

upon your invisible winds,

as the wilt of unnoticed flowers

bloom in your silver garden,

as skeletal winter trees

swell with phantom life,

so may my lungs and eyes and bones

melt under your wordless requiems.

 

you, who reminds us

that life may dissipate only into life

and how death so easily departs

under the baptism of a rising sun.

 

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I'm back! I went through a hard time recently but I'm doing a lot better now and I'm gonna try my best to start writing consistently again.