Foggy Afternoon

Appeals to those who have poor eyesight or none at all

Blind and bare
As the kettle
That steams
To when the sun sets
So will your eyes.

To not know the scene before you
To hear the murmurs
And cries
As days seem to pass
Like the sand by the beach
Washing away.

Draw the world
For it is the drunk
That painted the earth
And bent the waters.

Even within the shallow creeks
There was no fear
As it could be seen by people
Of light.
I alone stumble and fall to stones
That clustered beneath
To rise and do it once more.

We remember the reality
We've faced before
And play it as a play
To ravage the masked face
Of our captivated audience.

Crows and owls
Perch beside us,
Unknowingly, we spread our wings
To what you fear,
But do not understand.

I've painted
The tomb of my remembrance.