Enter the mist…
Enter the mist, Absorb your portion and extract your errant freedom from it.
Soon there will be deities encircled about you starved for awareness, and moved to recognizance.
Approach them where the light vanishes between their wistful eyes and render them the remnants of sated wilder beasts that only pray to deciduous reflections.
The clusters will gather and coalesce, and perhaps sing for a moment. Deny them not their due space to bloom,
to sway to and fro to the rhythms buried neath the fathomages of ceaseless change. Delighted by the gleeful murmurs of lost cherubs.
Art: “Tranquil Pond” Gustav Klimt