An artist in quarantine.
Let us set the scene.
Teeny tiny
living space.
Move around
the mess
with grace,
no stress!
What to do,
what to do...
For a start,
I'll make some art.
I'll write
some poetry,
some fiction.
Suddenly
I am nocturnal,
and suddenly
the daystar's light,
infernal.
Days get hazy;
I go crazy.
This is fine.
Yeah.
This is fine.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
An artist in quarantine.
Let us set the scene.
Teeny tiny
living space.
Move around
the mess
with grace,
no stress!
What to do,
what to do...
For a start,
I'll make some art.
I'll write
some poetry,
some fiction.
Suddenly
I am nocturnal,
and suddenly
the daystar's light,
infernal.
Days get hazy;
I go crazy.
This is fine.
Yeah.
This is fine.
My time in social distancing.
Stay safe.
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