Calcine My Thought

How is the air we breathe

among broken bulbs

and scattered hopes?

There’s a cure over there, a miracle here,

sudden success and luciferous luck;

on the wall, the ceiling,

the coughing couch,

and the laughing lounger.

Love is contagious,

laughing is infectious,

the hiccups are viral,

and yawning is a phone

call to calcined denizens.

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