Through Thick Fog Until Death Poem by Oleh Wolansky

Through thick fog until death the raging storm continues
Unabated lost hope irremediable incorrigible lassitude
Longing and sorrow amidst the tides of change
Irreversible mirrors that record all of life and death with the aid of eternal lights
Drop down to the lowest floor of the world and find the key
Ascend with the Atlantean mages surfeit with solace and solitude
Devolving morphing mirrors that have aided my existence
Reminding me of the truth that lies between the lies
Enfold me know song that ensconces my soul
Benighted night of attrition and attribution
Associations that never cease to feed off each other
Die in my mind and in my heart
May death cast off its mask and reveal its true nature
I go to ascend with the masters if they will have me