beneath the wreckage
I am here
down amongst the fabric
I disappear,
deep below the Atlantic
I place my fear
never to be woken again,
the passing tides above me
have broken my oaring free
10.000 miles below
I seek sanctuary,
the shape I hold
has been battered
beyond degree,
my body
riddled with
acute anxiety
the darkest days
are far above,
looming legions
of a far greater disease
wait silently,
I can’t pinpoint its
exact location,
or its method of
application,
a scratch on the skin
during vaccination,
or transmitted by air
through the slightest
sneeze, the origins of
our downfall
is beggars belief
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