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FOGGED

Inlaid with birdsong,
Lost in fog
Brightening white and slow,
This damp still morning.

Dog distantly barking
(pointless metronome),
Counting moments,
A question never answered.

Distance cancelled, hushed.
Everything pools close,
Strange and familiar,
Owned, disowned.

We are become the sky
Clouded and vaporous.
Dew, web-hammocked,
Anaesthetised, drowsed,
Awaiting the sun and
Its breeze from the sea.

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