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Let’s pretend the worst is really over
Carry on bravely toward what looks like
The past, just before we dove for cover
When the status quo froze and dropped the mic
Weaving together memory and dreams
We fashion a mask for our small, wet brain
Holding the line between being and seems
We build new foundations beside the drain
I am not who I remember being
Nor are any of us; strange survivors
Under the brain fog, what became seeing?
Who can trust nervous, coughing advisors?
Normal was anodyne and insipid
Now it is gilded, and smashed, by COVID
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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