The fog
wherein all good is hid
Within which
all the becoming
is withheld from awareness
during now

Later
it is only later
it is only later
the fog is peered through

Later
only later
Not just what came of the fog
but why the fogs needs
and why the pain
this pain
this unrelenting pain

Only later
are the secrets told

How is it possible
to stand until later
when it remains now

How is it possible
to do now
to accept the later