Loosing sight of the eternal garden can be devastating at best.
What drives me insane are the catastrophic perplexities of those closed souls 
With whom I have drank from the pure fountain of harmony.
As long as there is a maze the mouse will prevail.
But when enclosed and quartered my health will fail.
The enigmatic loss of vision and its [bad word] diverse avenues of existence cause this lockdown-hysteria. 
If one can only get a glimpse of the freeing sun, driving down the freeway, looking solely up;
One could sidestep some of the unnecessary yet not dramatic emotional incumberances and overtones associated with casual emotive calamities, whose necessities [bad word] from the need to shift focus from the victim to the envictor.
An overload of climatic pressure couldn't.
Claustrophobia of space within.