When The Fog Clears

When I clear the fog,
I will again understand
the silence of your gaze,
the hesitant insecurity of your hands, and
your believer-hopes in me.


When I clear the fog
my rebellious body will be harmonious,
my muscles will respond to my brain
and the halo of madness that modulates
my actions will succumb, melted by order.


Yes, when the fog clears,
my voice will dismantle the treble,
my eyes will distort the shadows,
and my ears will resurrect silence.


When I clear the fog, I will again be
who I was
and I do not remember,
and mist and annoying grey will
be light and colour,
poetry and present,
hope and passion.


My universe awaits me,
just a step away from the fog.
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