Double fog curtain


Emanating from roadside marshes


Winding around the dips and curves

Of the gray matter

Rumored to contain

The seat of the soul

Yet a slave to

The delicate heart

Misty comfort, though

A hidden place to go

Inside and out

Pull over, just stop

Can’t see where to drive

Pretense no longer needed

Not driving anywhere anyway

Not thinking anything real

Just drifting in the embrace

Of my new-found friend,



© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE; Morning moon & sun in the fog



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