A palpable air of unreality stalks the globe
reflecting a recurring nightmare of sinister
proportions not yet understood but feared
with good reason for each morning we
wake to the latest news of the new totals
of unfortunates infected, hospitalized, dead
outdistancing the numbers of the day before
and we know that the nightmare that hosted
such a restless night's sleep had its genesis
in anticipation of such updates we feel we
can happily live without. Living is the crux
the reason that everyone you see as you
maintain cautious distance has a haunted
appearance, weary eyes and downturned mouth
though it can swiftly turn upward in a valiant
effort to cheer the opposite face so plainly at
pains to appear resigned, yet not without hope.
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