(sort of a response to one of her poems)
I love fog
It erases everything
Especially the mistakes
We see the river
Out from our office window
But not always the spires
That make up the city beyond,
You claiming it may never
Have existed,
But I feel the weight of it,
Even in the fog,
Our lives always dictated
By things we cannot see
Or control,
The whisper of wind
The howl of the storm,
The growl of the mad dog
Deep in the shadows,
The invisible aspects
Of our lives,
So strong we sometimes
Cannot exist without them,
Perhaps do no want to,
Perhaps we have become
Invisible ourselves,
Holy ghosts clinging
To this landscape
To survive.
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