unmade

there are shapes in the fog
that i cannot see in the full light of day.
abstract icons stand illuminated in vague relief,

as the gray world is being unmade,
as the hazy world is being consumed

while i drive toward a horizon that might be the sky,
and a sky that might be the horizon
wondering if we are vanishing into nothingness
or just being born from it.

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