A Morbid Covidity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


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“All people (men, sic) of the modern world exist in a continual and flagrant antagonism between their consciences and their way of life”. Leo Tolstoy

A Morbid Covidity

This is no costume party,
for too long we’ve been through
that narrow door of left-brain,
now vulnerable in our need,
cranking strategies of escape,
resolute in our distancing,
a strange geometry of intimacy,
the relationship we live inside of,
a tendency to forget who we are,
losing touch with ourselves,
a profound memory loss,
some new sacred,
shattered interior,
aversion to the herd,
a morbid covidity.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

Paul, pvcann.com


Filed under community, Free Verse, life, poem, quote

17 responses to “A Morbid Covidity – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. You have brought the situation very well to the point. We will see, if selfishness now expands from the inside, to the visible from the outside. Thanky you, and best wishes, Michael

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  2. “that narrow door of left-brain”, “a strange geometry of intimacy” – your description so delicious as usual, Paul. “Morbid” indeed.

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  3. A perfect description of stigma. Take care! Be safe!

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  4. A morbid covidity: Nicely played! (The song that’s been in my head since yesterday is Talking Heads’ “Life in Wartime.”

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  5. Loved it and stay safe Paul!

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  6. lync56

    Mmmm interesting images


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