That desolated raft land
on the foggy early mornings
tier, upon tier, upon tier.
With the finger tips not matching finely
dance the same monotonous music.
To the casual viewer, however,
we stayed one in that frame.
To the casual viewer, whatever,
we could not break through the frame.
Our plain planned solitudes
-sorrowfully lonely souls -
melted away while walking
into the mysterious misery
of foggy humid evenings.
