Dedalus in the diaphane; Dalloway downtown:

This is the currency pols call walking around

Consciousness afoot in freak-time,

The modern viral mariner’s rime.

So, thinking, along the extra sand

Piped in to make the beach expand,

How brilliantly we domesticate

Beaches and dogs… Impatiently we await

Our next trick: The all-clear! probe

Of the fatal microbe.

Bright mild sun and cloudless slate

And just enough wind to exhilarate

Make it a world well worth coming back to

After the coronal tide that terrifies you

Dissolves like the faintest reed

And our wildest fears recede.

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