Workday
we treat the minutes
as distance, sequester
ourselves in these
white collars,
do our time,
and then run like hell.
the ceiling tiles stretch
endlessly past the lines set
by cubicle partitions
and drywall
and the grid fluoresces
above and around all,
neutral benevolence,
segmented, symmetrical,
gray lines crossing gray lines
endlessly finite.
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