Fog Time

I have been wondering 

the fog has blurred that

wonderment 

I like not seeing all there is

to see  

veiled  light

Constantly changing  

                  This could be a secret shadow

The wet rocks a sad song

The lack of sky a promise 

Time is flimsy in this fog 

It’s quiet as if it doesn’t matter

It’s a flight out of time

 

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