Pandemic.

"The world stops on a dime."

Drifting. Sinking. Passing time. When invisibility becomes the everyday experience, when you're both present and unseen, breathing through a masked array, what does it mean to simply be while the world passes by?

A new poem exploring presence, invisibility, and the weight of what looms in the everyday.

Read the full piece: spectrumapertura.substack.com

Poetry • Neurodivergence • Visibility • Presence