SeptPoWriMo 26

Cut off like an arm a voice distracted
those bodies spirits souls sharing spaces
singular staring at screens together
blinking to lose a year and a half blue
screens a blur existence diminished to
one dimension livelihood a living
languishing to wait to take a sort of
flight out of body those souls together
united in wearing a slight fabric
to watch out for their neighbor laboring
for breath to reach another note singing
together by twos distance abating
to live theatre means being alive
halfway to sideways from the other side