Covid or Counting Sheep

Culture shock twilight zone new normal thrust on un-expecting populations. Is this covid or something else? If something else, the truth of that something can't be good, given the shock value twilight zone reality of the new normal thrust on us as citizens. Made for tv or reality as it is, in all it's diverse glory, the good the bad the profane and profound.

I can't resist the temptation of another round in the ring, or is it on the court? These aren't patriot games nor the roman colosseum, but then I've never been much into that type of fashion, nor have I ever been fan of bouncing balls. Isolation not withstanding social interaction, albeit isolated just the same, no touch to claim nor scent. Divided? That's an understatement. In this together? Well, at least this much is true, despite the sides and fence and refusal to balance the beam.

The truth is the truth hurts and if you're truthfully hurting, well ... That's life. That's the new normal, the new culture shock twilight zone experience thrust on an unsuspecting and un-expecting population of citizens unaware of the reason for. Maybe that's the gist and perhaps the rooster on the fence, telling us something we don't understand yet need to hear. The breakfast club reunited.

 

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Choice to or having no choice but to? Code? No, a futile it would seem spill and play on words, an exercise in creativity. Oh, but the broadcasting the great tormentor and offence of both yesterday and today-the cause of forced exodus and outing and isolation from family and friends. Hell, the duration lifelong and well, there's just not much left of what once was. At least not in terms of bedrock and backbone.

 

When people swallow a dictionary, sometimes it doesn't agree with them and they throw it back up. That's what it looks like.

 

I enjoy language arts and conversation, even the abstract kind, if not particularly. Music, the word, and the dance, Well, dictionary be damned if forbidden to dance. To regurgitate a heart on sleeve and fingertips for the critical viewing of and by those who are willing to read. Although seemingly pointless, a display of egotistical flamboyance and parade, it's still a dance with the Logos as I view it and my contribution of poetic array.