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
JanPoWriMo 15
