POEM: Invisible World

The clouds are on the mountain.
The world feels faint and fading.

I look out in the distance,
but my eyes can’t focus.

I believe the world is out there,
but I can never say for sure.

What’s beyond the shape of
that distant line of trees, there?

Is it something good, or
nothing of the kind?

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