Already this mist's been here three days, Immune to our creator's rays; Where it came from it did not say. It has not gone again today. 5 Heaviness lingers on every bush, Limned in weak whiteness near as touch; All that moves, moves only to hush. And, as I said, it makes my breathing close. Once I was unsure of whether 10 Eyes and earth could share a weather, Despite our eons so close together; Now I know, I should feel it better.
From the collection "Assembling the Earth"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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