Mist

Litany
Of perceived perfection

In the mind’s grasp
Of pristine reflection

Masquerade of a life
What am I trying to say?

I can’t piece this soliloquy
Into a finished sculpture

Just chipping away
At the glacier of existence

How I fit in
And why it matters to know

The longer one revels
In ignorance’s bliss

The harder it will be
If they emerge from the mist