In the Midst of Mist

Whilst in the midst of a mist that blinds my eyes, I see better than in my moments of clarity. To clarify I say clearly as to hear it more than barely, and I speak to myself at a time when I refuse to listen. My words exit a mute mouth and land upon mine own deaf ears -- and forever and ever I say I can only in my mist disappear.

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