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.
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