monochromatic morning

the fog is thick, the outdoors blurry

it is neither this nor that

neither clear nor squally

the horizon opaque

it lingers, the air claggy

in soft focus

for several days

what if this was the lens

at all times

what edges would it erase

what measure of grace would it bring

to the harshness, the real

integrating it all

a melting pot of foggy

how would it ease the tension

how would it temper the storms

would we weary of the grey

aching for the poles, for intensity

would we tolerate the diffused

softened, blended

or are we averse to the indistinct, the woven

more comfortable in separation

hardened, unmingled

are we seeking all manner of benevolence

or are we not?

the fog wants to know

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read DAVID’S thoughts this TWO ARTISTS TUESDAY

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