Bonus Fog
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Poor man, his plane is gone, his island's just one thing
The day outside pauses and rains, so egos grow serene
There are these secrets to the sea, and there's a sandwich fog
Castle crag on cliff to boot, the broken ass and dog
We had a neighbor watch the place once going time had come
He stayed getting all nuts while we went feeling for the sun
I heard that you came by to hide all, to wave us in
As what was mountain slow outside was dark and dull and grim
The mouth of land, the face it wore, and no place left to stand
The hill torn up from head to heel by sun and Mars and man
Another way for wind to blow, no way to hold your tongue
I had to say my name again in case it wouldn't come
A rainbow borne by spraying mane, a gust in big boy stream
A carving space the shape to fill and burst at all its seams
This candle fountain in the no-light darkness hour
Two giant forms against the sky wiping out all our power
Alas, who holds the empty warmth of all the weaves we wove
Thatched out of this and that which we had never known before?
In spite of these, the arc and bend and how the bow won't break
I tried to fold in half again and found it wouldn't take
A fluted body holding still against a windblued sky
A bottle hip walked to the crisped corner of twig and vine
Now who or how could rid the mask from where the sound had come?
My mouth was open outer space right to the tooth and gum
Another dusting of the lens through which we'll try to make
Out any movement and a finger from the air to shake
Tracing our outlines on the sand some wind will take again
The dampest footprints melt back into what they were back then