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Cloud of Unknowing
The fog, always surrounding Perpetual blindness, it remains Reaching for that holding hand For anything, a last substance The mist roams all around Blocking, stopping the rays The damp, hard, something cold Heavy within, never without Forever it lasts, so regardless Just a step, a thousand strides Falling behind, too far ahead Home is where I've never been Rest is lost in the pouring rain Crashing waves that never surrender Return, walk back to the new The storm rages on, welcomed.
By Jean-François Lamothe5 months ago in Poets
