(where it is foggiest) a long goodbye 6

Easy to say this place the foggiest so far--but I will not
Succumb to hyperbole. Although not all the time, 
I measure words well--as much as possible
Neither too much or less, it matters. Although the golden rule
More often does not happen. Cannot be humanly applied.
Here we are anyway--playing

The trying-hard little hand of god over lives that matter 
Only as far as the thread of empathy goes, stretched little farther
By pity. Like the stray dog outside the gate

I feed but do not take in. Room in the heart does not translate
Well in actual logistics. (But I am angry writing this
The id wrestled down, one against two.) I count

Weeks in one hand: my one special dog, old now, I cannot bring.
The rest, I think with a lawyer, I can leave more easily...