fog

the for rolls in
the driplets,droplets
hover,
ne'er high
but never below.
they are just suspended
in a semi-weightlessness
a hemi-buoyancy.
they roll on,
strength in numbers
obscuring all in it path.
i too fall victim
to it gentle devouring.
and i am lost to you,
and myself.

i am my own separate entity
devoid of your
marionette strings.
devoid of my conscience-controls

when does the fog burn off?