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Dissipating the Fog

It surrounds
Confounds
Stays so close

Familiar yet
Unfriendly

If there is
An artist’s way
Surely it resides
Outside of this
This
Prevailing heavy

Eyes lowered
Spirits shy
Tempers triggered
Every night
Press an impression
On the mind
Dress the concession
Left behind

Truth
Why are you
Oscillating
From view
Oh, that’s me
Swinging past again

Small wonder the blur persists

Yet every time I reach
And trip
And fall
We’re face
To face

Be clear my heart

Your thoughts?