The dearest wish of those caught in a maelstrom
of violence and despair ... to turn back the clock
return to a time of ordinariness when concerns
were merely pedestrian in nature, before the
eruption of conflict and death, before that aura of
desperation settled like an opaque veil of human
misery shifting shape from dreadful to horrific
in its inescapably mounting death toll and the
knowledge that existence itself balances on a fine
thread of happenstance. For what happens there in
the theatre of war inexorably spreads like ripples
in a morass of viral hatred poisoning the very air
surrounding it, contaminating wherever the wind
shifts its noxious fumes until suddenly you find that
there is no escape, no passage available to leave behind
the stench of death amid the decay of civilizational
norms where the scent of fear and foreboding pervades
leaving a mind incapable of focusing and terror looms.
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