DecPoWriMo 7

Everyone’s either
stuck in traffic
disconnected from WiFi
disappearing into backgrounds
burned out on fatigue
staring at the lights
waiting to be transfigured
scheduling their boosters
trying to forget two years worth
of heightened lowness
learning the wrong lessons
updating their Zooms
following the false equivalences
catching the other shoe to drop
how can this all be prelude?
does nothing ever end anymore?
you there boy what variant is this?
when the morning comes
we had better wake up
and forget all the dreams
growing more vivid by the second
each section disconnected
from the last and each other
we thought could make sense
some children have never
remembered a world without masks