too many days pass
unnoticed
by the live man
that walks
immersed in the flow of time
the speedy passage of
fluorescent light
overwhelms him with its
harshness
its awakeness
its reminder
that he is again
today at his computer
in a cubicle
staring at pictures
of the people he wishes
he were with
he comes home
briefly says hello
shares dinner and a chat
and the day is gone
just like the one before
the one after it
his cubicle does not greet him
say good-bye
care if his eyes are weary
or his body aches
it is his rock though
always there
to get him through
another day of blind
un-thinking
or a monotonous view
of the parking lot
a place to call home
for the day
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