I woke up one day
Lost in fog
Light
Blinding white light
Hot as it hit the skin
Poking through
I looked within
To see what I could find
So much
Confusion
Organized calamity
Disheveled uniformity
An ocean on the horizon
No birds on the shore
No life for miles
Behind me a forest of figures
Giant and small
Familiar but distant
Sounds of mourning
Voices singing on
Cold winds
No time
Just fog, light beams on
Crashing waves
Smell of rain
Smoke entwines the light
Burning oak & cedar
Sweet incense
Salt winds
And I hear tears
I couldn’t hold on
Landslide buried me
Breath gone
Light only memory
No more room
No more road
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