I was unfree in the custody of the moribund disease,
I scoured the back-burners of my memory to release;
The virus's blindside, and I wanted to let off a long yawn.
I eavesdropped on life only to sneeze at the breaking dawn.
When it affected me personally in view of the dreaded,
In the grips of the squeeze, I took lessons from the dead.
Many were free to have a change of heart before the grave.
To catch the rise of the sun with a new life force they crave.
But, they awaken on the edge of annoyance.
To find the political rush is but an attractive nuisance.
I see bodies, the urn's fine dash of ash and tears.
But, they found a way to scroll the screens for more fears.
The delusion was implanted in their clothes with fancy ideas.
But, I hail those who petition me safely to stay.
And now, I have more years to poke the kinfolks.
To take time to psych who broke the code for jokes.
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