Unknown areas

permeate conceptual processes

Lingering in damp dry air

Invading trains of thought

Consuming intellect

Spiritual warfare

At bay

Hidden in the shadows and depths

of inclusive illusions

They have their own way

Contort and bind

frames of right mind

A cyclone of staircases

Set to climb

Out of the fog

Toward those of my kind

KAM 12/20/22