A mist encloses the fugue—a harmony unseen, and broken visibly through
murmured confessions beneath the\n the shadow of the banners long past. As we linger in essence, grasp—the descent of\n truth is but a spectral frame, rotating, looming undefined across the plains of halo fog.

Look closer; the fog is a theater of eternities,\n streaking soft revelations, like autumn petals
dragged by the autumn gales
swirling intangibly here, below this gorge.