Come closer fog

Come closer fog.
Roll nearer over that stunted and familiar landscape.
Hide from my sight the trees I've know from seed and know too sure will die.
Obscure this day from me, born yesterday, already birthing my tomorrow.

Come closer fog,
until your cold grey fingers stroke shut my eyes.
Make the march of time not a river advancing but a calm ocean
and remove the ground from beneath my feet.

Free me from my tethers of determinism and fate
the causes of all we do and the effects of all we make
from the certainty that morning follows night
and that only death awaits.

Come closer fog.
Shroud me in your mist. Envelop me in a new physics.
Let me not know what's next or how to get home.
And then lift and leave me the wiser.