John Prophet

Mist

 

Walking

thru a

hazy mist.

Incomplete 

 vision of

things I 

see. Mere

shadows 

of underlying 

reality.

Constituted 

thus, missing 

most of 

what is.

Spinning.

Spinning 

thru a

make believe.

Living in a

foggy dream.

Looking for

meaning,

understanding 

of what 

this be. 

None seems

evident.

None to

be found.

Spinning!

Like hamsters

in a wheel

spinning 

furiously.

Going

nowhere.

Alas,

such is

the state

of things.