The fog lies outstretched upon the water
A compelling hand. In sleep
it could be the dreamstuff of the gods or the
thorazine of Titans.
Or are we the Titans?-
under some angry curse
spat out over our heads in mountainous
“You will never know your own power.
You are condemned to question every feeling
You will walk in the fog of your own device and wake to realize
that it has always been too late to
retrace the steps that lost you.”