how did you arrive so quietly I didn’t even hear the door closing you descended like pollen in March it seemed a microscopic blanket suddenly inescapable engulfing everything there was no answer for it but to retreat inside and take up residence there, indefinitely you had weaponized our mere proximity these new days slowed so utterly unthinkable so mundane so extreme starting to normalize such strange things they carved new canyons within us and between us like water moving rapidly eroding what felt like rock before with great force, over time and so swiftly it is hard to know exactly how to feel is this rising panic this joy, calm, precaution this dread a wild embellishment or wholly inadequate for whatever this is and whatever is to come I have taken to questioning everything constantly recalibrating will the storm blow over or destroy everything it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen such a pervasive strain of pollen it colors everything
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