"Fog"

Night's back before last dream awake,
Holding the dissolution of hands,
What is not a line of older citizens,
But pair of headlamps morning was delayed.

It was when the tears when the wet sheets,
And he continued to medicines
In the steam was the presence of the ocean, mind
From deep water and salt bite.

Here you can find your body,
The hand in front of the face and the face that it touches
Floating eyes, the feet on the ground invisible,
Blur, as in another skin.

Published in any case, because it was morning,
To taste, touch, blind hardness
As the ruins of marble, rock and edges,
Shaver in goose down, couches "achievements of the fist.



Suddenly, it seems, on the waves,
Transmute hanging mineral money,
Before the eyes in the curve metals
This intrusion into the soup lather Queen Anne's Lace.

In a big nothing, a theology.
On the amorphous, an institution edgeless
Or a hunting as a mass of Krause
This rush to the bottom of the sand, put the hunger.

I remember a gang of friends
Courses of a bank of fog along the beach attack.
Seal-black, hot sun
That would be something to eat, they run a laugh.

The fog has arrived. And they were beautiful,
The three boys and a girl, nor in their combination,
And the dissolution of the overrun,
Your stridency, full of faith, always be heard.



Every morning you can breed in a dove like.
The fog itself satisfied with overwhelming
The meager Tau, the watering of doors
0f snails, clams in the wind, and more.

And then almost twelve there was a concentration
As if the sky is trying to smooth a word
-- Or to remember that the right to
Where he is in an area not known.

And knew. Power and Light. Wide Awake.