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We're a social disaster,
knocked over like a house of bricks;
wreckage through which to sift
where laughter once glued us together
before the aftermath of apathy.

Now cold-shouldered and alone,
we stand in different corners
playing by ourselves
and trying to trick our own shadows
the way we amazed each others' before.

A flock of birds disbanded
soaring separate paths;
prone to misdirection, collision, collapse
as result of
foolish division.

We are writers
making our own revisions
and the danger it implies;
imagine a surgeon
performing his own incision.

A world disconnected.
But with solitude comes revaluation
of what's been diseased.
How I pray we can disinfect it.