“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label conspiracy theories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conspiracy theories. Show all posts
Sunday, March 22, 2020
Laven sus manos
Gone viral,
we wanted it to spread
and get (over)shared
causing compulsive comparison
to Others without knowing each Others
weaknesses and whereabouts
for certain-
Nothing was True.
Meanwhile,
Happy Hypochondriacs
sanitize and vocalize
worst-case-scenarios, collecting
those contagious conspiracies
which only produce worries,
conduce anxieties,
and make base greeds
of basic necessities,
like Shelter in Place
of Touch.
Subtle desperation
severs nerves, a cough creates
a panic-an evil eye blinks
and there is scattering
demonstrated
by the invisible nature
Here
hypothesized by Heisenberg;
Evil was everywhere
and No-where in between.
Empty shelves, service interruptions,
bleeding bank accounts, children with
nightmares, 'we are here for you-
remotely' notes abound
like spam and cans stockpiled
pantries
the little things
settled in-
Contagion like credit is Everywhere
and Nowhere
at the same time, in principle
Paranoid Pandemic Preaching
echoed inside idiot boxes inside
dwellings
lined with blockades formerly called
mending walls.
And out of busy-ness
(Safer than apologies)
the world pauses its somatic play
another day, another showing
and it was never the same-
This intermission
This time
on our soiled hands
must have been stolen.
Where?
Where is it?
From where?
Invisible enemies.
No-body will say-
None could say-
for certain-
times-
like these,
I imagine in no time
it occurs
like the poles flipped
the world-over-all the while,
the atmosphere remained
negatively charged
and all seemed the same-
the opposite was true.
None knew what to do
in reality
with all their excess of pluses and minuses
too many took stock
for themselves
renumerating and yet still
remembering to carry the One
higher value
all the way to The End.
Painting by Maximillien Luce (1858-1941) 'Man Washing' c. 1887 in Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
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