fog

Sitting here
Not actually feeling like here is here
A crown of fire keeps me warm, burning up
I can’t take this crown off…yet
The type of royalty no one truly wants
The type of royalty that gruesomely haunts
Thought that wisp in the air was from the hard hats down there
Ripping up chunks of asphalt, blacktop
Causing fire and smoke to tango in the firmament
But that’s not what I smell
The stench of chemicals and burnt plastic is coming from me
Internal prestidigitation
it’s an strange trick I play on myself
sleight of hand, slight of mind, light on time
hope this doesn’t last forever
it’s a peculiar sensation, it is
an oddness
within that crown of fire lives a fog
my thoughts get lost in the misty hall of mirrors
which way is which?
feels like I’m across the room, across space and time
viewing myself through a hazy dimensional wall of cloudy regrets
Cumulus concerns under cirrus psychological phenomena
Nothing’s quite clear, and nothing’s everything
but there’s one thing that comes through in sharp focus
if I ever make it out of this fog
i’m never coming back through here
as the fog thickens and thickens
i wonder where my last step was and where my next step is going

March 3, 2023 | Categories: Uncategorized | Leave a comment