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The house has spun out of control!

All the well-intentioned plans

On how to take advantage of

The surplus of downtime occasioned

By the Covid-19 lock-down

Created space

For high-flying dreams

Concerning the completion of

The many unfinished projects

That litter the landscape

Of both my surroundings

And my mind.

The house has spun out of control!

Exceeded its authority,

Grown wild and willful,

Tone-deaf, and unresponsive

To my earnest entreaties

That it be not foe

But friend, in restoring

If not perfection,

Then the simple and calming sense

Necessary  

To make sense

Of the scattershot state

Arrayed  before me now.

The house has spun out of control!

And I, ambivalent,

Hesitant to acknowledge the need

To descend into that dreary dungeon

Of desolation and despair, cosmological bait-box,

Insinuation of inordinate disorder,

Asymmetrical asylum of alienation

And Snake-pit of surprises,

And muster the forces

Necessary for the crafting

Of the existential astrolabe,

The supranatural sextant,

That will enable the charting

Of a course toward

Saner waters . .

The house has spun out of control!

Yet I remain,  nonetheless,

Optimistic, hopeful

That the time for restoring Order

Won’t run out

Before the all-clear sign

Is raised,

Heralding the return

To that magical

1950s version

Of Mom, Pop & apple pie

We tell ourselves is what

‘Normal’

Is really all about

Even though

It never was either real

Or normal.

Tim Konrad

December 23, 2020