into the haze: their outlines muddied becalmed darkening mist surrounded us dire eyes search the gray they know, as we know, what it is like to be lost. in split-sea foam and wild golden tangles they endured; they remained light as a ghost, i whisper, "¡ love and have loved you all the same." i wish i could show you how lovely it is from all of the way up here... but you soon shall see, you soon shall see. poetrythreads (ig vs threads posted same time!) 🐦‍⬛✨👻