Haze Notions

Toss the visions

Into the bustling fires,

Warming the clarity

That sharpens the scene.

Rinse these ideals

Where such delusions

Break in particles,

Waving streams of distortions.

The phantoms rouse

Specters, crossing

Many released tears,

Fogging the picture.

The gloom carcasses

Such mirages, to splash

An awkward display that

Rounds the edges’ perfection.