tonight is a warm rain on melting snowbanks
the condensing thoughts of the season
the workings of a natural fog machine
solid ideas magically sublime into vapor
an uneven blanket of theatrical mystery
an outpouring from a stand of bitter oak
reminders of halloween and shrouded graveyards
last chance to see invisible vortex rings
flowing like water from the woods over the road
filling in the low spots hiding one more danger
masking my denial of a vaguely sought for truth
or clouds from an unwelcomely serious song
i'm flying through the heavens on the earth
squinting but the high beams make it murkiest
where the light ought to be the brightest
it's a clean shower on dirty snow
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