A plane crashing that never seems to hit the ground to explode

into pieces.  A frozen moment in time.

Distraught, but then cleansed.

Broken again, only to mend.

Our lives - a computer graphic having a glitch,

repetition of the same sold narrative,

and then static.

Fading out with no soft cushion for landing.

Volume being culled.

A big brother house of Covid guest stars.

A gogglebox of self-imprisoned fools.

A US election that decides the fate of the world and rule,

yet trying to be stolen by both sides of the same coin.

Nostalgia for most now challenging progress.

Nature stands by our sides,

for solitude and reflection.

Alcohol numbs some of the bruises and scars,

whilst Amazon brings us treats that we cannot truly afford,

on furlough.

Exile.

Retributions.

Judgments.

Are we all dead and don’t know it? 

Did CERN open that black hole so feared, in which we now seem to be tumbling through?

To do.

To be.

Curfew of our lives.

Atomised.

Disintegrated molecules.

Ruptured DNA.

Regenerate into something they now want to shape us into –

OBEY!