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the fog slipped softly from the chilled banks

of the rocky Ohio river

breaking free like fright in me

there came a sudden sharp shiver

behind my own quiet thoughts

I fancied myself near that to some ancient

idea of an over viewer

for what I witnessed was an exclusive

a haunted beauty seen by few than fewer

just where is God here when such evidence of peace

takes shape and place

and is he awed sometimes by his very own power

thunderstruck by such indescribable grace

surrounding me like a welcome physical hug

embracing me in absolute oblivion on a gentle

grassy rug

thinking back, why I felt the fog,

like clouds of fluff, had its very own legs

for which to sluggishly march

as it dredged its tired, misty body up from its knees

away from the sketch like river's edge

and as it dragged its tired, misty body from the light

ripple and breeze

not only was I inspired to scratch out these mystical

thoughts but I quickly began to predictably freeze

so I escaped this life like painting painted in beautiful

brush strokes right before me

by walking away not only enlightened by the necessary

experience but feeling so much more free...........

(written Oct. 31, 1993 am)