~
our days are darkening,
a sinister cloudless pall
has been carefully daubed
across our vision so we no
longer recognize ourselves,
~
the paper bag into which we
have subconsciously been
hyperventilating is already
damp, and threatens to
disintegrate between our
desperate fumbling fingers,
~
familiar norms have become
perilous tightropes that we
must learn to traverse with
heightened care,
~
our language, symbols, and
traditions have become the
pariahs of their own celebrated
ancestry with some redacted
and others re-imagined, leaving
us choked by our own tongues,
~
our days are darkening, it is
getting harder to breathe freely
*
© Graham R Sherwood 01/25
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