Con-fusion or confusion? Which is it?
Are the mind and heart mixed up or mixed in?
Do we wait for gold auras to visit
upon our dreams? Should I thin this thick skin?
There is a fog. It is universal.
It penetrates everything. Discovers,
discloses. Conceives, deceives. Reversal
of fortunes as the twilight veil hovers:
I have faith, which means my dreams were lifted
so I could live them, imbue them with flesh;
I stepped towards the coast as the clouds drifted;
the haze cleansed my head – mind and heart refresh:
The symphonic air piqued the golden sun –
Sound, sight, sense convened, all confused as one!

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