Behind A Fog It had the face of a luminar Thus attracted me to what's far, A gigantic fire, fiercely burning Its body an incensed torpedo Its flames, a sweet spot for melting The shape of its eyes, a glittering facet It's enthralled chant, a musical crescendo And like a moth I died in its flames It's so heartbreaking, you see As to live life in an illusionarium Running away so as to be free — A slave to these things unreal Chained to those beings all fake Wanting liberation from the confusion Trying to catch the state of what's real Dying to know, for one's own sake, How I wish your dews were pure water Not infected by a poisonous enzyme Or fogging my ideas for me to deter Things and places that will never be mine, I was taken aback by fear, certainly Undigested feelings burning me But I am too, an undefined structure Ready to break out, like thunder. -eiravel-
To write this story-like poem I used my imagination, and asked myself the question, what would I want to see behind a fog.