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FOG

Trees have no tops

in the fog

Bridges have no bottoms

Steeples rise like silent rockets

frozen in space

Street lights float

like UFOs

No one is your friend

in the fog

The sky is a liar

The ground is a sneak

All footsteps belong to strangers

even your own

The fog is

a river with no direction

a dream with no doors

When it lifts without a whisper

you forget that it was ever there

except for a tiny tickle in your mind

a trace of goosebumps

on your skin