# Fog -
Micro poem
I inconsolably pity my predicament,
For under
the misty, elusive, cap
Of this fog, this cover of conniving
Ignorance and
darkening devils’ doings
This life lived
so far. Your advent dispels
The trauma of schemed
villainy.
Fog lurks
into shameful, dissipated rummage.
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