Shrink Wrap
If we were to scrape
the social glaucoma
what would be our fate?
Into what mess
would we stare
and what might
glance back, our way?
The milky curtain
that clouds
our everyday
is self congealed
with the body falling
in creative disarray
Shielding
the sensory
pathways
from what
is stored away.
19 MAR 2023
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