we're all stuck in a coma.

there's no saying howdetrimentally, howrapidly, howmuch it would-have spread.
until you reveal your fragile fetal-bird head.
what you describe seems nothing close to "treatment"
And on the drive home, there's a cloud in the sky,
with no resemblance to anything,
but just because it's not shaped like something doesn't mean it has no shape.