Mist (poem)

Misting misty mist.
Sweeping swooping puffy looping,
vapor splendor mists oft spread,
graveyards’ render mists of dread.
Tendrils tighten twirl dissipate.
Clouds conceal reveal amalgamate.
Fingers: thready, furled eddy,
lingers steady, curled, ready.

Once tried to touch it,
…but always missed.
Ever elusive, and rampant mist.

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