Confusion

On the micro-side is man confused
Between living room and a kitchen

A heap of neurons lost in synapses.
Dawn predicts a Sunday confusion.

All day long, a sun lives masked up
As clouds violate social distancing.

What is gravitas you are talking of-
The one under kitchen’s confusion?

Or ‘tween yogi and stock exchange
About the macro futures of the rich?

A man is lost in a micro in a kitchen,
His neurons lost to misty confusion.

Does yogi exist in the hills in gravitas
Or is snow flake of maya’s diffusion?