Not the usual undulations of night and day
But a locked down twilight, when time
Drifts away. A form of temporal Medusa
Hope turned to stone. Time splinters 
Points into the past, future, present.
Frozen in a moment of Covid negativity
Realising that every breath, movement,
Involves the risk of THE positive Covid test.
The only sure way to avoid the virus 
Is to die, to cease upon the moment
With no pain. Is this a covid cowardice?  A death
Anaesthetised? No raw confrontation with
The fact of mortality but this negative-positivity
Predominates, spreads into the future,

Like a virus.