Fog-bitten town, all concrete spires
And shattered sidewalk
I’ve been here before.

I don’t remember when.
Only that It’s better if I do not.
Merely a glance at the sign

Is enough to enervate me
Not enough to make me back away
But enough so I can’t run away.

The lake rides up the shore
A pacific horseman
Threatening to devour the pier.

I wish it would.
And be over with
But the lake fluctuates, uncertain.

I can’t blame it
How hypocritical of me
To even suggest that it should decide.

Labyrinthine town, what brings me back?
Time and again.
The fog is preternaturally thick!

Like eely tendrils, locomoted
By will of unfeeling breeze
And grasping at every empty space within.