The Meliorist

the crimson contagion, ready player one...

the meliorist, the maven call out the corrupt.

vacant streets, vacant stores, bars, and restaurants,

a spring raven has walled up our species. 

break old political divides to fight disease. 

to mark the earliest vernal equinox in 124 years,

callout human touch when it prefers the harmful.

caught in stages of fear from denial to rational, 

weep, do you not see more worlds to conquer?

run the scenario over, ready player one...

all the art, the new life, reconnect with self naves!

all the silver linings flowing in trophic waves 

downstream of a pandemic, rethink the future.

electromagnetic hypersensitive empath tortures

like yesterday’s wine, it is just not your time.

not your time to see your reality but you’ll be back again

conflating conspiracies on the road of broken dreams.

delete and fast forward, ready player one...

go out! the worms have come,

spring is tremendously reassuring. just as bright,

just as blue full of cherry blossoms green with crimson. 

the weary, the rushed surrender under its glad light.

reclaim Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn clustered near the crescent.

Mercury will peak in syzygy above the horizon.

as the ring of fire eclipse touches others in their autumn,

our hills full of wildflowers under the same vernal sun,

a kiss from a distance, ready player one...