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?]
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