angst cycle (iii) — [ζ] (x)

there was
a rising terrier

there is
the uncontrast has unfaded
just the dirty white of light grey

i once drove through
a fog like this
very dangerously thick
seeing is what i couldn’t do
a cop car rushed pass
how could i see
i couldn’t see
but he could see
he’d pulled out
to pass me

this time
if you want
i’ll rush
not pass
but to

there’s an energy
still there
still strong
to flock

you’d like that
i think
to flock

i hate it
when an analogy
is wrong
but feels right
like that