Fog & Fascism

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

I can’t just cry through this fascist takeover.
But I also have to let myself cry.

When is there time to get anything done?

I was blessed with a foggy day today.
It reminded me of home—
Except the humidity hits differently,
Colliding with its opposite,
Opposite/ly.

Surrounded in mist,
I can finally—
It was so nice to finally see.

In this envelope of haze,
I feel right at home.

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Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

The fog allows
Indulgence of a very tired soul,
While the atmosphere
Achieves its goal—
Offering up as sacrifice
Its integrity to hold.

My eyes—
The rest they need.
And my sight—
Liberated.

Relaxing the strenuous
Complexity of third-dimensional treaties.