A Morbid Covidity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

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“All people (men, sic) of the modern world exist in a continual and flagrant antagonism between their consciences and their way of life”. Leo Tolstoy

A Morbid Covidity

This is no costume party,
for too long we’ve been through
that narrow door of left-brain,
now vulnerable in our need,
cranking strategies of escape,
resolute in our distancing,
a strange geometry of intimacy,
the relationship we live inside of,
a tendency to forget who we are,
losing touch with ourselves,
a profound memory loss,
some new sacred,
shattered interior,
aversion to the herd,
a morbid covidity.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

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