In the Fog

Everything looks cleaner in the fog.
The grime you know is there is painted out.
A silken veil adorns the tidy world,
In the fog.

Everything sounds softer in the fog.
The harshness and the shrillness are dispelled.
Inconstant hands are cupped about your ears,
In the fog.

Everything feels closer in the fog.
You sense you could reach out and brush the moon.
Its cotton wool connections fill the space,
In the fog.

Everything’s unreal in the fog.
Unclean, unquiet, disconnected world.
Yet many choose a path of self-deceit,
In the fog.

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