sometimes I feel scared of you
like I haven't been there for you
my eyelids spiral it's been
                                                          he­avy

I care so much
I've been coping by rolling
a rock uphill
but maybe I should let it
                                                   drop

let livestock open their own eyes
to see through the wolves' disguise
find my kind and    mobilize

my pain closes the door
my muses don't visit anymore
I am disconnected from the core
radiation blankets Nature
pollination ceases
quarantiners get diseases