Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
I do not ask for the riches that perish or the fame that fades away like a morning mist.
The present is haunted by the X-present. I call this manifold of present and X-present 'nowness': a shifting, haunted region like evaporating mist; a region can't be tied to a specific timescale.
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
What's extraordinary about Cobra Mist, and so much of what went on at Orford, was that the public were completely oblivious to it.