Pandemic Time

Pandemic time is still time

It still marches to its own beat

With no input from us mere mortals.

But pandemic time is like jello

You can move through it

But navigation is a guess

Your movements sticky, slow.

You can see beyond yourself,

Blurry, but recognizable.

The other side looks within reach

But remains


Beyond your outstretched hands


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