We can’t put on mute 
The virus as it mutates 
Around and through us 

Even in motion 
We prefer things stay the same 
So death row persists 

Blink you missed it as
Four thousand pages fly by 
In a film montage 

That depicts one day 
In a life that just repeats 
Without any change 

But this low level 
State of anxiety that 
We can’t wish away 

And mutates in us the same