Beyond the Fog

by Curt Allday

We should all learn to heed their warning
beyond the fog,

wasted mines
abandoned by
shaded signs
sun spots evaporate the writhing rivers of time.

If we soon begin and give in to the inherent magic,
turn off the lights,
our eyes glow,
they’re red and gone,

robotic in the emergent mysteries of dawn.

With the swaying of littered light posts
somehow the signal still lingers on
through musty facades
of heightened cavalier calls


beyond the fog.

In the ashes of their institutions,
their libelous pupils are dilated
transmitting the final distress call
the wavering hipsters and children cry
clouds burst into flames

he breathes and appears


beyond the fog.


Posted on 11/12/2006
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/13/06 at 07:18 AM

I can't help but getting the chills with this one. great read, Curt!

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/06 at 05:37 PM

I'm glad I had a chance to read this. Refreshingly different...thought provoking...haunting, like some of the material on Coast to Coast AM. Quite lyrical also, can easily imagine this put to music!

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 10/23/14 at 12:48 PM

this poem reads like a prophecy and is heightening to the spiritual senses.

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