An irregular heartbeat from d.o. to you.
Not like a daily kos, more like a sometime sloth. Fast relief from the symptoms of blogarrhea and predicated on the understanding that the world is not a stage for our actions, rather it is a living organism upon which we depend for our existence.
In place with others
floating
along in company with the
smallest
of beings (125 nanometers!)
among
the most abundant biological
entities
on planet Earth and they
do
not like us enablers at all,
Our
War on Nature makes it sick
many
of us die and we guess
the
viruses die with us as well, or not
those
of us who survive may recall
grandparents
who sheltered in place
in
a similar space infecting others
sisters
and brothers, lovers not
intentionally
wishing anything more
than
recovery and the way forward
hopefully
in peace, we are not alone.
posted by D.O. | 10:20 AM
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