Friday, August 03, 2012

2.457 : 8/3/06 : Fog

Fog of desire, satiation
fog on the windows
of the space station
We're all trapped to some degree
hanging in space
hanging from the family tree
I can't see for
the fog I generated
all for a moment
of an inkling I was sated
it wasn't worth it
is anything ever
I never said I thought
that I was that clever
I'm just waiting
waiting for the fog to burn off
waiting for the sentinel
to turn and cough
then I'll slip past
underneath the wire
walk away from
the fog of desire

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