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I keep looking for a light at the end of this tunnel And as it shrinks to the size of a distant star by the day, I am forced to face that I may be in store for a longer walk home than I thought What is a virus, but a force of nature? Consider this a serendipitous wrench thrown in the oiled cogs of the fuming Capitalist machine Long have I dreamt of the day the wheels would stop turning Now it’s here, and I find myself reeling like all the rest from the whiplash of its abrupt halt The present overtaking me like a sudden darkness my eyes must adjust to, my mind grasping for an end or a shape of it to rationalize Aftershocks splitting the faulty bedrock of society down the middle A landslide of uprooted lives crumbling into its hungry abyss Residual dust pluming into the doomsday sky as the last few fingers of fading light vanish into the coughing shadows. – mrg
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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I keep looking for a light at the end of this tunnel And as it shrinks to the size of a distant star by the day, I am forced to face that I may be in store for a longer walk home than I thought What is a virus, but a force of nature? Consider this a serendipitous wrench thrown in the oiled cogs of the fuming Capitalist machine Long have I dreamt of the day the wheels would stop turning Now it’s here, and I find myself reeling like all the rest from the whiplash of its abrupt halt The present overtaking me like a sudden darkness my eyes must adjust to, my mind grasping for an end or a shape of it to rationalize Aftershocks splitting the faulty bedrock of society down the middle A landslide of uprooted lives crumbling into its hungry abyss Residual dust pluming into the doomsday sky as the last few fingers of fading light vanish into the coughing shadows. – mrg
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Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
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