The fog flows in
Blanketing curves
Setting loose lights
That freewheel
Plummeting madly
Wisps whipping 'round
Bodies without heads
Starved souls steering
Toward cliff sides
Falling futures
Babbling mouths
Babes aging
Turning to men
That eat themselves
Feet first
Like a snake
Making a ring
Happy new year.
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