fog, god, prayer, mystical, poetry, steven humphreys

There was an

eternal fog

which rose

up from

his garden

moonlight was


flowing through


in the dawn

of his new day

a form was


within this

ethereal mass

he couldn’t

tell if it were

A man

A spirit


An animal

he couldn’t

quite make it out

As he walked closer…

this man

couldn’t discern


the thing were evil

or good

In that moment

it told him something

without voice

without words

‘move on from earthly things’

As the young man

stood still

what came to his mind

was what kind

of man

he’d become


years from



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