I heard shouting from my rocking chair—
it came through the window while combing through my hair.
The stomping loud and clear, like ringing in my ears,
called me out into the beating heat—I saw it rising—
shimmering truth, oh! Oh take me there!
As I plunged my hands beneath the surface—
it wasn’t a mirage! —I was soon submerged.
Drowning, I learned—right before the light
I heard the voice: all is in my image.
Now I wouldn’t go there, but I’m going to:
I’m tired and exhausted and these last few years
I had nothing to do but all of my worries—
always nervous in such a hurry.
I shut down and ordered my food.
Never moved or wanted to—
flipping in an out at the news—
got in my head, like in all of you.
Honestly, we’re all imploding
and I can’t take the fear that grips my heart.
It’s now or never for forever—imagine 2020
again and again on the restart.
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