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The fog seeps through chainlink fences
the air is pregnant with it
giving birth to whiteness
purity, a new beginning
The fog is free, held in by nothing
cupped in hollows of earth
creeping in on tiny crystalline feet
leaching color from the trees
trying to glean some sustenance from the undulating hills
crouched like sleeping beasts
Cool moist air coils around my unseen feet
enveloped and cradled by smooth invisible hands
breathing the substance of snow
Pinpricks of color invade the unvarying brightness
becoming dead leaves skirling in aimless patterns
in an eyeblink transforming, losing coherence
condensing into delicate pieces of a shattered rainbow
each prismatic fragment a vision in itself
The mystic fog peers over the edge of the world
the rim of rationality, a place of eternal twilight
into vast unknowable vistas of imagination
peopled by the spirit beasts, dying souls
ancient images fading into silence,
permitted to live briefly in the mist
hidden from sight by translucent and milky currents
And if a shadow passes alongside you in the fog,
who is to say you have not been touched
by a remnant of the old magic?
the air is pregnant with it
giving birth to whiteness
purity, a new beginning
The fog is free, held in by nothing
cupped in hollows of earth
creeping in on tiny crystalline feet
leaching color from the trees
trying to glean some sustenance from the undulating hills
crouched like sleeping beasts
Cool moist air coils around my unseen feet
enveloped and cradled by smooth invisible hands
breathing the substance of snow
Pinpricks of color invade the unvarying brightness
becoming dead leaves skirling in aimless patterns
in an eyeblink transforming, losing coherence
condensing into delicate pieces of a shattered rainbow
each prismatic fragment a vision in itself
The mystic fog peers over the edge of the world
the rim of rationality, a place of eternal twilight
into vast unknowable vistas of imagination
peopled by the spirit beasts, dying souls
ancient images fading into silence,
permitted to live briefly in the mist
hidden from sight by translucent and milky currents
And if a shadow passes alongside you in the fog,
who is to say you have not been touched
by a remnant of the old magic?
