Seated here, still and silent
Imtricate like infancy and spider-web fragile.

Crystal clear my dear don't choke
on your tears

Blank and unknowing , only waiting
This phone vibrating

Blood coagulating ,
Computer hum and buzz

Pen scratch and drippy ink fuzz
Apathy creep and consume this worker at his loom

And spit him out in a spew of fume .

The End

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