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FROM THE FOG

the surviving fragments about fog:
        couldn't understand why fog
        very direct to fear
        surviving an angel
        the word peace
        expected to from my fiancée
        was fond of oratory
        died in the enclosure
        others are humorous a hundred miles
        i was not yet asleep
        approached life force triumphed
i recognized a rock        a tree
that long-windedness which was to be avoided
a crumbling mass of something i did not have
that vision immediately returned
        of the living
        a kind of light near me
        a vast luminous halo
        the mist spreading it beyond shape
                beyond treatise
                beyond predictability
                        to his lips
                        this secret
                        i can see
                        as i drift
                apart in its coolness

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