Lockdown is Still Life
A chronicle of dependence
Strong in ambiguity
Floating aesthetically
In mundane momentum
Lockdown is still life
Bodies hidden in a landscape
Belonging to a new reality
Overwhelming fullness of a reunion
Borders built on tightrope
Walking in the void
Lockdown is still life
Moving images in between
Conversation threads drying
Up in the islands of the dying.
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