Pandemic's Mirror

“The eternal mirror leads the minds of those who look in it to a knowledge of all things and better than in any other way.” Saint Augustine Let us scrutinize the pandemic's mirror. As in lesser and greater lights it impresses its weird controtions by the splendor of its ravage beyond the multicolored dome of religious shrines east and west. Il ne puet etre autre chose. Molecule infused with viciousness and darkness of its awe-inspiring glory across earth's feeble plain with its humbling effect without a token or trace of mercy while April comes and goes like a rebel without a cause in custody of earth's listless life, a voyeur voyaging with bones strewn in its cave seeking death – the obscurant Orpheus' mirror sniffing out hope's meticulous stance.