Shrink Wrap

If we were to scrape

the social glaucoma

what would be our fate?

Into what mess

would we stare

and what might

glance back, our way?

The milky curtain

that clouds

our everyday

is self congealed

with the body falling

in creative disarray

Shielding

the sensory

pathways

from what

is stored away.

19 MAR 2023