Fog Lights

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The rift extends over the horizon

and all around me

are shades and shapes

indistinct.

Soft hums

of far-off chimeras

echo in the distance.

The river of asphalt,

completely still

yet winds snake-like.

Pass the torch.

With the flick of a switch,

cast away the mist.

Burn it all off,

scatter the wolves,

the bandits

and the cockroaches.

Every puddle, pothole,

and patch of black-ice

exposed.

Every wayward wanderer,

given fair-warning

of approach.

Come with me,

I will forge

a path.

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Mjölnir

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Achtung!

Use with caution,

You could rupture,

The sky,

Flatten,

Your house,

Or put,

An eye out.

The handle is too short,

And it looks a tad tacky,

It’s head is made of lead,

And Loki,

Keeps scheming,

To steal it away.

But,

Credit where credit is due,

It works wonders,

Holds great power,

And can still be seen,

Today.

It still rings true,

They don’t make them,

Like they used to.