Mark x
Sonnet for Sanity
Is it my turn for the remote
control?
To pause the world to catch
up, figure out
what is going on or at least
patrol
the tumbling avalanche of
white out
we call news these days. That
data rich haze
of background static that
leaches, preaches
in strident tones, the
clothes to wear, the plays
to see, crowds the mind but
never teaches.
Let’s unplug for a day, a
month, a year.
Find a place of tranquillity
and heat,
where running out of books is
all we fear.
No clocks or calendars, just
earth’s heartbeat
to regulate the hours, live
in a blaze
of Monet sunsets, in our dying
days.
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