Oh dear me.

Oh dear me.

There is nothing in the air

But the bustle

Of life

Squeezing in on all sides

Crowding out the illusion

Of distance

Falsely constructed

Partitions

Between organisms

Easily torn

In the rough and tumble

Of existence

When separation

Is a needful outcome

To protect the raw edges

Of open wounds

The tolling of a bell

Is on a building site

And not the warning sound

Of Plague doctors

There is no detachment

Of dragoons

Waiting to take out

The dead

The fever is in your head

You can feel the burn

At every turn

It would be an easy matter

To join the throng

Be absorbed

Into a maelstrom

Reject anti-matter

Re-dressed as

Positively charged

Dopamine reuptake

Inhibitors

Purge cognitions

Of negation

Decontaminate emotions

Walk on the bright side

Be alright Jack

Just like that

What could go wrong

When the worst of life

Has already

Come to pass

Aftermath

Is nothing but a hindrance

To the process

Of healing

Which will take place

When a moving body

Is otherwise engaged

In the search

For new beginnings

It is never over

Until the right one

Is found

And then you start again.