The Covid Cube


Awake inside a honeycombed hollow box
Of hexagonal cells on each of the six sides
With each cell having a polished mirror
And fine lines where they make contact

I seem to be centered in middle of the cube
With dimensions of ten by ten by ten feet
In looking up I can see my shape of head-down
And sideways my view is of a columnar size

Next I peer down at the mirror for another view
And then straight ahead for different perspective
I experience myself from various vantages
Only to know oneself from what mirrors tell me

Awakening from my mirrored cube in state of fear
My mental world feels boxed in during the Covid
I cannot travel, meet with the elderly or friends
Even the mask and distancing feels impersonal

More than ever before in life I feel the isolation
And realize that the experiences in my covid cube
Were inner reflections of my central nervous system
Now I don't know Reality, only my inner-world

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