Over and over
searching seeking
not sure
if there is an answer
to a lost poem
All my gods
are falling down
dust
is blowing everywhere
the sun is burning gas
Time drips by
one after the other
forgetting
what day or night it is
when does eternity end
Just as
hope was budding
a zombie
plague transformed
into an “other”
No/
this can’t be true
if fake news is a truth
make this
all unreal

(to be continued)
Genie Jeanne Nakano, 1/2/21