God Washes His Hands. A Bat Rules the World. A Poem on the Lockdown. March 2020
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This dis-ease of solitude Or confined comfort As slow-motion haunts The quarantine of thought Of this stealth into lungs A peril of presence Blown into porous skin Breathing our mortality With isolation as oneness A shared apartness Seduced into closed doors
God Washes His Hands. A Bat Rules the World. A Poem on the Lockdown. March 2020
God Washes His Hands. A Bat Rules the World…
God Washes His Hands. A Bat Rules the World. A Poem on the Lockdown. March 2020
This dis-ease of solitude Or confined comfort As slow-motion haunts The quarantine of thought Of this stealth into lungs A peril of presence Blown into porous skin Breathing our mortality With isolation as oneness A shared apartness Seduced into closed doors