foggy
when the fog clears
all is returning
and the vaque shadows
make sence
when the fog lifts
and the clouds return
smoke from stacks
of small fires that burn
all seems wet
but still dry
as the eyes turn
realizing they did not die
the fog
no forms will remain
this thick cloud
drifts over the land
making shadows of the sane
in the fog
the demons crawl
out of the holes
to have a brawl
playing with the sences
playing on the covered land
taking what they want
leaving nothing but sand
the smoke rises
from the homes and fires
demons returned to the holes
leaving nothing but desires
the strange fog
it is so real
one can not have and hold
but sanity it will steal
sui, man, 47 jaar
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