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Say you go out on that moor,
Close to the sea,
Stand in a thick grey mist,
You take the mist inside, contain it,
And it contains you, it is you.
You will waft about so light.
And it will feel right.
Now you can know  trees as not before.
Bark rough or smooth, sap running deep,
And the lovely green,
With sunlight pouring through.
Lush humus as the root,
Such things you will know
When you are mist.

You will go to the shore, drift and infiltrate sand
Build a dune.
Swirl in dance with sea breeze.
Taste the wet of wave-washed beach,
Go giddy as you are seized by foam and
Brought to the depth, roiled and romanced
And returned to the air.
And you will know the beginning.
that which is known in oceans
Will be whispered to you
When you are mist.

Say you return to where you stood on the moor,
Breath deep and walk back to the world.
The smile will widen on your face.
A certain ecstasy will echo in your soul,
Because you have been one
With mist.