The landscape merges into off-whiteness.
People and cars
quickly dissolve, vision is lost.
Metamorphosis of the World
Disorientation of the senses.
Sounds muffled, clammy dampness:
morning could be
evening's gathering dusk.
Spiderwebs on evergreen hedges
with fog dew, becoming gateways
to the Underworld,
where I slip between glistening spokes
into never ending twilight...