Rolling over in my spirit mist

 Through the mist

On and on unknowing

feeling for the edges of the land

spinning searching inside the sense of my direction

Through the mist I crawl

Its humidity allows me levity and life

Further rolling over the morning landscape

Fighting to obscure what the sun would illuminate

I roll and waver

Condense and expand

I eat the ground and digest it in dampness

I cool the the thick concrete and infiltrate it all

I raise a ton of phantoms

Painting the land in their apparitions

I delay the sky

I delay the sky!