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Anytime suspension
In that suspension the tick and tock the bodyclock
drifting heavy lidded, as the night decends
falling prone upon soft down
the busy day, away, and night throws 'or its smock
my mind in shutdown,
lifted high in cerebral pretense
Idyll's flash and fall just out of reach
brochures tempting with there glossy print
cosset of your wants, on warm summers breeze
that usherette, a first class seat befits
Exclusive spring and summers, winter sale
where in all, lie wants golden hope
landscape beauteous and with plenty, all regale
the humming bird its lullaby so close
Recline, with all your soul exposed
that chance, will gift a romance soon
dark stranger proffering a rose
where hope in bows, be all festooned
and wishes fall from heart, to lips
Crystal water lap on milk white sand
the hour glass of night grains creep
fantasy island comes in slumber land
perfections visions with the dawn will soon recede
For in these times the virus breeds
when family and friends, are all we seek
thwarted as it spectre spreads with ease
the missing kiss upon the cheek
no freedom from its vice like grip
Imprisoned in towers of uncertainty and doubt
each new dawn, it seems so counterfeit
the shadows flicker even when the sun is out
being's; ever falling into Hade's smoking pit
The shuffle of the food bank queue
downtrodden, downcast, the stark invisibility
and apathy like pangs of hunger grew
Asian Hornet that devoures all humanity
Like mummies wrapped in PPE
the sweat drips down, so hard to breathe
the tomb, the ward and beds like catacombs
see leering face of death, so near it looms
the greasy pole as further down you slip
A cast of Christopher Lee and Vincent price
the extras, all populus devoid of joy
the horror show, plays out before our eyes
a daydream, we all natures whipping boy
so clean and green and now contrite
replay forever, the scream its echo evermore
drifting heavy lidded, as the night decends
falling prone upon soft down
the busy day, away, and night throws 'or its smock
my mind in shutdown,
lifted high in cerebral pretense
Idyll's flash and fall just out of reach
brochures tempting with there glossy print
cosset of your wants, on warm summers breeze
that usherette, a first class seat befits
Exclusive spring and summers, winter sale
where in all, lie wants golden hope
landscape beauteous and with plenty, all regale
the humming bird its lullaby so close
Recline, with all your soul exposed
that chance, will gift a romance soon
dark stranger proffering a rose
where hope in bows, be all festooned
and wishes fall from heart, to lips
Crystal water lap on milk white sand
the hour glass of night grains creep
fantasy island comes in slumber land
perfections visions with the dawn will soon recede
For in these times the virus breeds
when family and friends, are all we seek
thwarted as it spectre spreads with ease
the missing kiss upon the cheek
no freedom from its vice like grip
Imprisoned in towers of uncertainty and doubt
each new dawn, it seems so counterfeit
the shadows flicker even when the sun is out
being's; ever falling into Hade's smoking pit
The shuffle of the food bank queue
downtrodden, downcast, the stark invisibility
and apathy like pangs of hunger grew
Asian Hornet that devoures all humanity
Like mummies wrapped in PPE
the sweat drips down, so hard to breathe
the tomb, the ward and beds like catacombs
see leering face of death, so near it looms
the greasy pole as further down you slip
A cast of Christopher Lee and Vincent price
the extras, all populus devoid of joy
the horror show, plays out before our eyes
a daydream, we all natures whipping boy
so clean and green and now contrite
replay forever, the scream its echo evermore
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