A poem I wrote about a year ago, called "Haze of Self"
I am Atlantic fog around iron hulls-
A wall of roiling impossibility.
I am liquid, glacial air
Surrounding him
To find all his cracks and fill them
Until he pulls aside the shades
To beam through my incorporeality.
Shattered, I slide down into his sunshine mouth
To rest and burn away in the molten light.
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