Fogbound

There’s a fog,
a mist
low on the
moors
I know the words
are there
lost in the swirling
curling clouds
silhouettes
fully formed
shaped
waiting to be found
and shepherded
together
into rounded
prose and rhyme
but there’s a fog
on the moors
a mist that’s descended
upon my mind.

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