The eyes need rest
From seeing.
The mind from thinking.
I want to fall into the mist of nothing.
Whoosh.
What is the sound of this buffering mist?
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The eyes need rest
From seeing.
The mind from thinking.
I want to fall into the mist of nothing.
Whoosh.
What is the sound of this buffering mist?
“What is the sound of this buffering mist?”
Such a terrific line. I really like the way this poem captures a particular kind of confusion.