This is a poem I wanted to call Dominic Cummings

This is a time we can’t,
a time of waiting,
of being housebound
and disabled.

This is a time to realise
the long times of many
who can’t, who wait always
distanced and disabled.

This is the moment
we lose our bearings,
all changes, and we ask
how then shall we live?

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