Pressed (moment) before
a poem traversing the pandemic as we went in and out of lockdown, written in several parts. October 2020, London.
1. On reality
sink into it
let it float in the air
veritas:
this is happening
still
and to answer your question, no … not for a long (but relatively brief) time
stretching like an eternity
as long as it takes
we get there when we get there
I’ll turn this car around
But time doesn’t work that way we hurtle forward
thtck thtck …
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