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The world has shrunk
   societies are floundering
   what will be the new normal?
   there's no telling.

   Held to ransom we are
   the pandemic knows no abating
   despite our sharpest wit
   we are still losing
i wasn’t wrong
to fear monsters
as a girl

i just expected them
to live in the dark

not in the silence
when you don’t respond to me
i assume you’re with her
—in her—
forgetting all about me
" when you're born and bred without grace
it's so easy to be graceless
for there is inherent joy in your birthright
they say quite contrary
ignorance is bliss and there's nothing contrary
about that "
I reach to touch you
In and out of my dreaming
Hoping my dream lives

©  2020 Jim Davis
2020... Wow!
My lines are letters to you
and when you reply
your words are blood of your life
not so much a flood as arteries of light
and along these lines your grace tries
to reach me and squelch my lies.
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