Thick as clay mud, twice as dense
It shrouds, disguises, cloaks in obscurity
The starkest silhouette is hazed
The fog of the mind is just the same
All is eerie, hard to understand
Turn quick lest you be ambushed!
I fear what's unseen in thick gray matter
Looming, visible only seconds before
The impact, the crash, the assault
Will I know you in the fog?
Will you recognize me?
Doubtful even on a clear day
You don't know me, nor I you
We just blow foghorn and pass,
Like ships not wishing to collide
Kelly
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