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Covid 19
So I know it feels tiring, talking about corona, when that's all anyone has to talk about anymore. I just want a poem or prose about life in quarantine or anything else relating to the pandemic. I'm looking for artistic representations, not a bunch of statistics, so be creative and have fun with it! Also please tag me! :)
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Wear the mask, too much to ask?

https://youtu.be/d0AoRkmj9YM

it came in from the air

made reality seem surreal

bearing fear,

mingled with wonder

to assuage those apprehensions,

i didn’t bother to check the past

seems most didn’t,

the idea did not dawn,

social media seemed unawares,

wanna be news networks,

didn’t seem to,

refer to,

defer to,

explicitly enough to,

“hey, this has happened before like this

and this,

see?

we live in a world with knowledge replete,

bursting with information

the thing just moved with the flow,

making its demands,

like in losing our freedoms,

as skepticism abounded,

as to,

whether to,

wear the mask

such are minds devoid of history,

though it lies at the door,

undisturbed,

unconsulted,

so the mind,

as if on crutches,

swoons

carried by speculation,

its orgin,

pathogenicity,

politically

economically,

socially devastatedly,

via unabated theories manifoldedly,

whether this or that,

blah and blah again, . . .

were or would be,

could be true,

may be,

unassuredly,

sprang,

until,

until the page is turned

and there,

in full view,

for the masses to see

is the rosetta stone,

the missing link

to understanding’s release . . .

and so it was for me,

as i,

perhaps by providence,

stumbled,

upon

the spanish plague account

replete with images

black and white,

grainy,

of the world,

of america’s cops,

the public at large,

wearing masks

no,

it wasn’t a governmental conspiracy,

it was two and three real rebounds

during the afore cited

youtube link of the thing,

complete pandemic pandemonia

millions upon millions,

really did die,

along with all the drama,

like a script,

recorded,

for posterity’s rehearsal

historical distancing

classic case of the proverbial adage:

. . . those who ignore . . . blah

blah, ignore history . . . blah

are destined . . . to

the historical footage is real

retrospectively enough,

retroactively adequate,

to make me feel foolish,

to acquiece to the knowledge of error,

the failure to see

the stupid mask,

is not so stupid now

its inconvenience,

its impingement of our blah,

blah, rights,

the freedom to dine in restaurants,

to hit the beach, . . .

until now,

is for me,

to see that its happened before,

a catalyst to surmise,

to think

it brings to mind,

the likes of louis pasteur, et al,

microbes,

preventative science,

knowledge replete,

ad infinitum

our biggest offense,

is to be ignorantly in league with ignorance

the reactions were the same of yesterday,

to yield,

or not,

to live or,

maybe not

to wear or not to wear,

that is the question that i ask of thee

to concede defeat of conceit,

of vain inconvenience,

in the midst of controversy,

caught in the milieu of history and science

is wise,

of me i speak

learn from the past,

shrug off the pride,

bathed in sheepishness,

i wear the mask,

is it really too much to ask

’til this thing be overpast?

wear the mask,

if nothing else,

and know,

that none of us,

no one,

is invulnerable