Monet's Fog

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The fog rolls in,
everyday things
take on arcane meanings
with unfathomable depth
offices become temples,
cars become demons,
people become souls
wandering in darkness
The sun turns to fire
burning forever
in the indifferent sky
and in the dark mirror
the sun's blazing fury
devours the dead

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  1. 3dglassesMay 19, 2010

    i enjoy this poem