From Fog


Vast, cyclopean
Adorned in cracked mask
Recovered from soil,
yet broken

Compel the wolves at dusk
In swirls of fog, abound,
borne through cryptic boughs
reverberating howls

When red winds from the tongue only whisper
We eat the night beneath the seas of iron

Compel the wolves at dusk
In swirls of fog, abound,
borne through cryptic boughs
reverberating howls

Nebulous phantasm--
wander forlorn in labyrinths
Wear this blanket of mist
from cascading creeks.

Shivering, staring at haze from breath on a shattered mirror
Streaking through shadowy groves
Skeletal roots, an edifice...
but where am I?

Repose upon a bed of voracious coals and embers
How long have I sat here before this crackling fire?
Gaze deep into the flames which engorge themselves
Hours to seconds, seconds to sprawling epochs

Awaken to the wafting scent of woodsmoke and rain
How long has this crackling fire danced and flickered?
Deluge of dark essence resounds from black nihil
Inundated by the fog from beyond the veil of stars

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