Laments of the Mist
Naked
On the pulse of time
I wait
Naked
A silholuette
Marooned on paths spittle-spiced
Naked, Gehazi
Without two talents of silver
And two sets of raiment
A quaking step
This vanishing blur-
Oh
That my shadow may retreat
Ten steps to Ahaz
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