What goad will cause you
To reveal
What hides beneath gossamer lies
Your guile pains my heart
As condor is avoided
I was beguiled by your light
Now in the obscurity
Fog dulls my senses
And it’s euphoric
Yet I crave clarity
To clear the mist
As time salts my wounds
This smoke oozes in
Choking me
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