Let It Be

Don’t panic
World-eating fog encroaches.
No capacity to breathe in this miasma.
Rotting from lung to core,
gasping for something clean
to inhale, to cure.
Ooze gently
into nothingness.
No trace of panic
around which to coalesce
fear, malice.
Let turmoil bleed off,
dissipate as airless mist.
Relax.  Restless thrashing
sinks, resolves by bit
into quietus.
Now, wasn’t that easy?
Slowly, without emotion,
watch fog roll by.
Essence free to wander
pellucid sky.

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