The symptoms hide in silent whirs
of hearts that seem both fast and slow,
as if the wary beats could stir
the beast our world has come to know.
We all wear masks that lie and guard
a sickness you cannot discern,
and suffocate behind facades
of shallow breaths, and numb concern.
Contagions crawl through eyes and screens,
and spread from tongues, and social feeds,
infecting our society
with novel mass-anxiety.