For seven years,
Ulysses was hostage to Calypso.
He was like, “Wife is waiting, gotta go!”
“You know, by Neptune, you are still cursed?”
“Being stranded with you was fun at first…”
“Out there’s the ever-present threat of Death.”
“Worth it, to not wake to your morning breath.”
COVID-19, you are my Calypso!
[Anyone got Zeus’s number?]
the !n(tro)verted yogi 
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I thought you were a free spirit, still roaming the Earth despite the virus panic. đ
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BTW, you need to finish writing that out and then set it to “Baby It’s Cold Outside” LOL
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Today was the first day of lockdown in Bangalore.
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LOL. I loved this poem.
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Thanks
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