Mist

Explain to me, oh Darkness of night

How this Mist serves as my muse,

Does it serve me, or do I serve it

Or is it something far more confused?

Explain to me, oh Darkness of night

How this Mist has become my muse

Particles land and dance on my skin,

Leaving me feeling amused.

Explain to me, oh Darkness of night

How this Mist has become my lover

I write and I sit and I smoke cigarettes,

Finding I am utterly consumed.

Explain to me, oh Darkness of night

How this Mist has become my muse

Do I serve it, or does it serve me,

Or is it something  far more confused?

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