it was sudden
how the fog came at 3 o' clock
in the afternoon
at the high part of this road
beside the car
a line of mountains
of shadows and flowing lines
we had to stop for a while
we were seeing nothing beyond us
we were silent
becoming fog ourselves
in fear we imitate
what causes the fear
perhaps
to please it
so that it will not devour us
from who we are
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