Online living during lockdown stasis,
Netflex ogling just to see real faces,
Logging on daily substitutes for contact,
Index fingers itching for some impact.
Nothing is the option now our living’s virtual;
Existing in a limbo seemingly perpetual.
Another sestain, an acrostic coronaverse, this time brought to your by the letter O
Zenrinji 
It’s a rap! Super poem Chris.
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Thanks, Annabel — and superironic for being online! 🙂
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