The Chamber of Waiting.

whose mist is this anyway?
a breath of cascading waterfalls
restless cymbals of water pouncing on a tussock
scuttling lizard turns around and "poof"
mason's thoughts lean on a slab of stone
like a skinny nurse of lost victory
clinging to high wire of hope
geiger counter of memory starts ticking
laserbeams from the pitcher's eye
tense bat tightening the leash
but no matter how intensely you watch the sea
you'll never know where the marianna trench is
just pick up the dry ficus leaves

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...if you are reading this, you are way too curious