I'm stuck and I'm fraught and distraught
by thoughts that are echoes of intentions unfought for
forestalled by feelings that are unseen,
unstoppable without skills or a team.
And where's my tribe where my body can breathe?
Where's my test where my body can heave
all the weight of the world for a time with ease
like Atlas looking out at the seas.
That's my solar eclipse, it's neigh
Where the great giver of life can die
And I can break free from my ancient crypt
And become the pandemic that has things flipped.