Foggy Thoughts
Devon Thayer
Devon Thayer
Crack of the wood
Camera focussing on a corner of the room
Wallpaper tears down around a flickering candle An absent minded man stares out an open window And the fog rolls in
Crowds of stars condense and cloud his eyes His thoughts are floating on a score of rain The record skips and ink pours on his hands Seeping down, down, down
And the fog rolls in
Fists slam down on the table
Gripping the candle and shunning the window Escaping through an open doorway
Leaving rorschach sitting across from a needle on a loop
Candle light my way through the fog
Let the sunlight in
Growing tired of the same old halls
I’m wandering Labyrinths
I’m dropping candles in the woods again
Crack of the stone
As his feet hit the road
Stumbling through the fog
Mirroring the cycle of his thoughts
Look to the candle
Smoke is rising from the flame
The lines blurred, blurry vision
The smoke, the fog
Pernicious thoughts leading back to the room
Candle light my way through the fog
Let the sunlight in
Growing tired of the same old thoughts
That pound at the door again
The wave, The breeze, from the sea of sound Black handprints on the page
Pouring riddles to the fray
Candle light my way through the fog Let the sunlight in
Fire’s spreading as it ought to be I’m burning the Labyrinth
Setting candles in the woods
End scene