From the Mist

From the Mist

The mist is the earth weeping for transparency.
You were there when the world was softened,

when a thought of condensed desire slurred you,
made slow motion replays of us all,

like a snowfall changing its mind or a road sign
rendering movement of all kinds but time travel impossible.

The empty sky can be conquered with a feeling
shaped like a color so simple it absorbs

nothing, How transparent is this tear?
It is the glistening sky praying to be earthbound,

to land on an unshod foot moments before
it is obscured by a step towards the wish.

The sky will have its wish and the earth will
have its wish and like the shape

of a new letter from a familiar alphabet
your body will walk my words in the mist.

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