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A distant fog imitates confusion
twirling its feet
as it glides across the buried grains of green

floating against the mirror
a thousand viewpoints long
a cloud with inflexible urges creeps closer

kindly asks for permission to be the first
and since there was no face to address
no lips to breath a permissible breath
there wasn't a need for another hesitation

dragging it's fingers through chilly waters
a mouth like a flock of descending birds
a searching expression

the sand would only belittle this interaction
hardening tight around the knuckles
generous enough though to give a little bit of cushion

maybe a way out existed
or maybe this leeway was to permit a possible awakening
to the cloud with no real beliefs
no real mystery inside

hastily kicking over the preset confusion
the pulverized wit of an invisible brain was soon gobbled up
by this lovely green floor and the fog that dances upon it