Days are wearily stretched out
into tunnels of darkness lit with
the glimmering lanterns of dawn  -
not as a cat stretches out its legs
on a cool autumn afternoon - 
but as the skin stretches
to accommodate the mystery
of Creation itself unfolding.

The dates dissolve into a whirl,
elastic and yet unbending
to the loudest complaints
of suppressed sighs -
in those times, we wonder,
digits were immutable -
but now out of the shells of numbers
burst forth a new way of counting.

Penned during Day 3 of #Covid-19 Lockdown.

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