Please Do Not Weep For Me

Please do not weep for me! (alternately titled: dost newt expend precious tears toward pitiful poet!) Intense passion to read doth foster divine enlightenment... Also simultaneously, albeit instantaneously triggering brutal mind-numbing self awareness starkly underscoring how existence (mine) devoid scant trace positive life enhancing events, more so quality being alive analogous - think vicious feedback loop underscoring how yours truly passionately enjoys multifarious authors buzzfeed curiosity crafting riveting saga fueling said avidity to glean material fostering cerebral satiation. No matter whetted appetite temporarily alleviated regarding feasting imagination proffered thru well crafted saga actuality, reality, totality essentially self quarantined sabotaged, sequestered, squandered within wide webbed wonderful world of books merely minimally testing his mettle ironically endowing me to scrutinize smidgen differentiation which prevails distinguishing counting himself, not unlike grateful dead, where umpteen counting crows carrion. Impossible mission to staunch or stem the tide sustaining feasting upon written word diametrically opposing inner sentiments scathe such bare bones participation amidst gamut of experiential opportunities. Much more convenient to savor dramaturgy (where death defying deeds - some perhaps done dirt cheap) allow, enable, and provide route to revel vicariously submerging body, mind, and spirit constituting adventures documenting personal authored exploits, and/or creating realistic i.e. believable characters. Thus days, weeks, months... elapse finding me cocooned (particularly advantageous to cite coronavirus - COVID-19 as honest to dog legitimate response if queried what keeps me hermetically sealed I can trot out series of unfortunate events mandating each individual to maintain isolation (such passive withdrawal story of mein kampf, thus no hardship to avoid madding crowd) palpable, tenable, viable... justification self evident, which status satisfactory til death do me part. Ever since... perchance in utero this fella trends toward astute, hirsute, prostrate... stance (figuratively of course) whiling away hours, days, months... engrossed decrypting, insulating, procuring... twenty six lettered symbols linkedin to person, place or thing ephemerally gravitating wholeheartedly engrossing trials and tribulations affecting wordsmith, which alter ego represented courtesy dynamic events spilling across page turner leaving swirl of emotions in their wake.