The Covid was a circus in the center of a war
Crimes committed none compared
To sinking deep into my mess of sensory deprivation breaking my moral compass
As I spun into the sea of oxygen
Everyone was dying
My mouthless face watched their eyes
We could save no one
Me inside travelled back in time
To a forest of wood and dirt
Nitrile blue hands wrapped plastic tubing
Turning dials as far West as they could go
Colliding with you colliding with you in combat or the dark
Where trees whispered secrets inaudible under medical chaos
Reality more fantasy than my dreams of retreat
Stained my debriefing forever my love
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