we will be changed,
at the end, when this is over
we will be different,
in an altered state, where
damascene emotions will be sewn
onto our skins like worn patches,
like pert worry buttons
mindlessly fondled
in subconscious conversation,
we will be different, for
our recognition of space,
our own personal spatial awareness
will expand with the universe
and its myriad microbes, as
the defunct and broken rhythms
of our comfortable lives
having changed,
will compose strange new chords
to massage our redundant reflexes,
we will be changed,
re-birthed
to look, to hear, to smell, to feel
to breathe a brave new life.
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© Graham Sherwood 02/2021
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