Sickness

Revolutionary words are hard to find
The summation of advice I have received

Through the algorithm of my metabolism

Is essentially to care less

Hard to argue with

There is a place that sickness comes from

It is a very bad place

So bad it spreads to all others as fast as it can

It doesn't want to it just does

The thing is we all allow the very worst

The sickness calls us to evolve

To finally identify where it comes

The lab or the wet market both depraved

 Simply put equally sick

Wonder doesn't happen all the time

Both could be the cause

Either way humanity has a sickness

Pro

Promotion production procedure
Procurement protein

Promo product predicament

Prediction Predilection  

Two Years

A long way is a short way
Easier and quicker to go back we all know

All is what defines the universe

We base our society on the fact we know

We do not

A two year trip around the world to die in me

I am the virus killer

Quarantined  endemic enticed

You how many the way you passed on

We have our own responsibility

We have our one reality

They scale not important you will find jets

Racing

Most types enjoyable
No that is not he word
Mostly a blur

The best do not know what they do

Muscle memory is where we store texture

You think you will never win this even I know

But there is one that  I gained a new perspective

Mind racing useless

I was able to observe at a lower resolution

Higher up the birds eye view

Not the eagle

But the nervous sand piper

Co-Christmas

It is hard to be a poet in a pandemic
There is not an easy time to write

Five million already gone

The scientists worked hard or so it would seem

Twenty one months later my response educated

Eight thousand on average dead this week

There are more stories of how we will go wrong than right

The hope of despair

My response educated by more people than I will know

But I can love them

From a molecular point of view quite a remarkable journey

My T cells never heard of Q

Planets

They say there are only eight planets in our solar system

I have lived on more than that

The first I remember had all of my grandparents

They are all gone now

They are all here

When I lost my father it was easy enough to see

I lived on another planet one he would never trod

Tropicana

There was a time when mostly foreigners hung out in the Tropicana in Zenica

We were the only ones who had money to spend 

People remembered carrying a dinning table up a mountain to trade for lunch

Bread there was no bread at the Tropicana, but there was plenty of money

I was young, but there were some thing that looked familiar

Not many people were very happy

Some were very happy

I chose my side