You challenged me with your mist.
Along your path, you hissed.
A roar, a flow, a gravitating blow, there was no release to your taunting.
Right by you, I walked.
I could smell you, without an effort or a thought.
As you reached my toes, you bellowed out more of your rough talk.
The thought of following you out, amongst your depths, is still a thought, a very daunting thought that is quite haunting.
-M.








