yellow-sun glitch-burst over doomscroll-
drip mornings we rewire the ticker—
“Market Crash” becomes “Market Splash”
and “Storm Warning” rights itself as “Picnic Dawning.”
newsspout hushes in the park—
we plant tulip-bombs in margins,
smear hopeflicker on last night’s gloom.
our laughter colonises the airwaves,
turning fear-feeds into joyglint streams.
sometime between latte-sips and cloud-graze,
the world forgets its own bad news— weird,
how a sandwich can outshine a stock tumble.
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