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Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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1 41 2020confinement  

Cracks

The icy shell of clouds cracks at dawn as newness crumbles to life inside The landmarks shift away from where they are as I lose myself in futile hopes The blooming trees, the singing fowls the caring folks, the looming deaths the varnish of our society has cracked and nothing will remain save lies and tombs Do not pretend to know what it feels to be entombed in a pit of anxiety Do not promise to change where you stand on issues of life and death There's nothing we can do but wait and wait till nothing remains save lies and tombs There's nothing we can do but wait and wait till our way of life's at stake The icy shell of clouds cracks at dawn like our way of life The landmarks shift away from where they are like our way of life And as newness crumbles to life inside I lose myself in timid hopes of change and the skies brighten and the air warms up and my thoughts run wild until on my face a smile does crack