The Fog

the fog
it will speak to me
stretched out, its neck
pouring itself over faceless things

the fog
it will dream for me
when I go to sleep at night
always in obscure places

the fog
it will think of me
as a small bug gets caught
in a spider's web

the fog
it will eat me
untired by endless horizons
it is the ghost of previous skies

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A Sailor Song

fair thee ho yon brillo pads
the ocean is twily smo
fairly vincent the albatross
shall let us go

amid current, froth, and slow
taken to spinaches
and marine life unmentioned
and low

fair thee ho yon brillo pads
the ocean is mighty and we
are tiny but the shiney twee
shall find us land or no