Fog

For through the fog the introspection The eerie eyes, thin and taut Like looking through a needle under fire Yes Yes I saw through the fog the introspection The coming of the Figure Now it turned White, then Black Then White again, then Twilight like the fainting waves When the red dusk starts lighting on the towns Panting the sunset out of country sides: Yes I loved the experience in that fog Heard the forge and bellows of the Earth Its heavy breathing In its suffering: Before during the Night it nursed itself: Still wounded Savage beast and raw, blood in its mouth, And dripping from its teeth The savage beast, this Earth: I saw Through the fog, the introspection The eerie eyes, thin and taut and needle-thin.