I see the poetry in a viral envelope
I find my way through letters
I live the heart of science on the London Underground
I see empty eyes
And know
Somehow
In time
The plodding of patience
Lives
A wild life
In dull London eyes
Enveloped by Blockley
I can bear
My living days
Enveloped by a quiet death
Lived my children
Who
Live the wild
Crazy
Fact of me
Hunting down facts
Wildly
In the poetry of a viral envelope