the willy weave

minds eye gaze

it’s like a distant grey fog
one second it’s there
the next it’s here
smothering, thwarting

for why are you here?
who asked you to come?
for it seemed it just arrived
and was never told to leave

geysers and fires
go off in a mind set ablaze
the only thing to fear
is where your minds eyes gaze

-aw