Nightmare or Reality?
Is this grim time of our lives real or have we
somehow blundered into the hideous plan of a
lunatic misanthrope triumphant in executing
a scheme leading to the most complete of
dystopian worlds mysteriously able to cast
a spell over the entire globe to furnish his
sinister entertainment, casting humankind
into a vast cauldron of fear over the presence
of a pathogenic virus unknown, threatening
lives of young and old casting itself into the
moist, warm confines of humanity to nestle
within and replicate endlessly sending out its
viral agents without cease in its avid search
for ever-more-numerous victims vulnerable
to the stench of its evil presence, as though its
malevolent course burrowing its presence
into our unwilling bodies in a horrific invasion
of deliberate terror, ruining lives, causing death
among the weakest and those never suspected
of being vulnerable will ever be appeased in
its voracious menace. Will this virulently hateful
virus never abate? Will humankind ever regain
its naivette believing itself powerful, able to
handily surmount any threats to its existence?
Might the entire world exist in a phantasmic
state of unadulterated, panicked hallucination?
Wednesday, April 29, 2020
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Poetry
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