De-Confinement

The decree has disturbed my desire to isolate myself in my cocoon. Loneliness is now public policy, its armor pressed with tenderness of genuine sadness. Let my soul take command without your rude intrusion, lining up my door with involuntary flowers, compromising my ability to rejoice my seclusion. Tangled reason and law are for sale, of course if I had a kid even a cat or a dog, I would venture pity on them and obey my new unfreedom, but my mind is made up in favor of the wise men who spell deity correctly and are unobstructed by passion for safety over nerves of Liberty. The sumptuous petri fish of restrictions is never served under their olive trees, for they know only too well this virus is not crowned by God, only by men, who have special eyes for misery.