Magic Bullets

Poetry

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How can I rise above
the punctured myths,
deflated news,
broken promises,
designed to outlast the attention span
of clinking cocktail glasses,
filled with Kool-Aid for the soul?

Is a mask
the magic bullet
that will protect me?

Is a probiotic the secret sauce,
that will redirect my weakened immunity,
an overtaxed, stressed transient,
gutted like a fish out of water?

What about serenity,
an overdose of kindness
and civility,
instead of a rush to judgment.

Are the scales of justice overweight?
Or does the mind conquer and dissipate
the chaos and instability,
with bite-size pieces of magic bullets?

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