How long yet with covid? Far away the unreachable a luminous streak  the white sleeve of a perfect swimmer tracing the earth with his arm and above the playful horizon a dark sky.   Its vapours move back and forth A ballet of craving locusts before the fatal plunge   Fingertips slightly touch but recede before even completing creation   They wish they’d made Man they wish the universe were theirs They cower and  curl  into figures of lovers swirling with rage and passion battering the white sheets of an ominous world   mp