gregarious like the locust
why am I stuck here
without an internet connection
flipping through imaginary channels
that once calmed my nerves
but now all that I have is fear
that instinctive natural state
changing me into something I’m not
making me want to bust out onto the scene
like when the short-horned grasshopper
gregariously morphs into the locust
taking over entire fields
systematically moving onto the next
devouring and decimating everything
in its inexhaustible path
their offspring released within the swarm
waxing their wings and singing
alleluia be not afraid
march two thousand twenty
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