Mists of Sense Require Fierce Poesy

Mists of Sense may remain so, regardless of the highest intelligence that one possesses. You have a choice to either survive the madness or be misted over by grief and troubles. Whether it is personal or global humanitarian crises, you will have a share of yours to weep for. Despite the thickness of the mist, the pride you will have displayed, the tears you will have shed, the rants you will have made, the fierce poems you will have written and winning attitudes you will have dared, may you emerge with a kind heart: because everything about you is perfect.