A poem on the study of time & mundanities during quarantine.There is a natural reluctance to add words to animation, to veer away from honing [your] interpretation. But the hope is, that poetry begets mystery. These words are deduced from a meandering catalogue of thoughts during isolation.

Sound - 'hydroscope' by Gallery Six

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A novel horology
Four pounds of potatoes
Nine tins of tuna
Raised out of a trance
Blind drift
A box of wine
Two good pens
Adjourning presence
Released from certitude.