baby with the red eyes –
knowing nothing, releasing the day –
dont blame it on the seize

I live in a great Fog –
the sun gods have an acerbic way
with ppl like us

We appear, and congregate in the Fog
You can bet it’s peaceful here
Blissful fog;
   faces gone, names along with,
   experiences – the evidence of our existence

Busy, as mountains grew into upper echelons,
   busy with the invisible
   and not working one’s Worth
   Shirking one’s duty to the star of the Earth

[QUERIE: How come?]

[. . .: “     .”]