Disfigured Isolation

I surmised a familiar path,

With a new trajectory in mind.

I rearranged my brain and heart,

And entered four numbers, two times.

It was as if I were returning home,

It was as if we were streamlined.

I pulled up a tiny stool and

Noted long, unfamiliar curls–

Quarantined, confined and tied

To disfigured calculations.

Still in isolation.