What a pandemic

I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but….

Expression will open many sealed boxes, and offend those who are exposed.

I shake it all up to see if bitterness can be released. Something is released but evaporates, before I can catch it to identify and destroy.

Now, it’s all over in the atmospherics, impacting thought processes, rather than the physique. I sense clones springing up all around me, though nobody else can see those or recognise.

What a season of creativity! What a pandemic!

sow the seeds

they’ll flower some day

If it rains

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