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CONFUSION

October 19, 1999

A hazy misty fog

A blur of light, sound, and vision

Impenetrable

Tendrils of cloud snake through the trees

Infiltrate into land and air

Shutting out light with its rich folds

Obscuring the paths

Vines and branches cover the sky

Growing and ever surrounding

Small shards of light like glass

Cut through the thick cloak

Then disappear

Their source unknown

What is out there?

Cold tentacles touch and enfold

No wind to drive the fog away

No rays of warmth

Something strangely familiar lies beyond

Amidst the fog

Where no one may find it

Like something vital long forgotten

Ever fading

Ever dying

Completely lost