Fog

On Mirror,
On widow,
On Dust,
Housed we are.

On fowl bread,
On tattered clothes,
On Rotten grain,
Are we placed.

Assault,
Humiliation,
Repression,
Has been in the closet of our hearts.

Delicacy,
Innocence,
Affections,
Are thought to be our peers.

Ink,
Sheets,
Poetry,
Are perceived to be our wrecker.

Desire,
Self,
Room,
Has been snatched from us.

Fog

Fog,
Gloom,
Despair,
Manifested our perception.

Loath to those forbearers who swallowed our due!