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Monday Sanctum
Such as an aging sticker, the thoughts peel away from my keys.
With ears alert to work's approach, I fade into a sanctuary;
A rock shelter, amongst mighty roaring falls. I rest at ease,
Anchored amidst the cascading flow of time. Fragmentary
Office chatter permeates, but, alas, my vision dwells on you;
Cocooned inside tranquility's serenade of capitalist taboo.
And then... bipped! Like a spark plug to a window, my name shatters through.
Interdimensionally cut and pasted back to my breakfast of brew.
With ears alert to work's approach, I fade into a sanctuary;
A rock shelter, amongst mighty roaring falls. I rest at ease,
Anchored amidst the cascading flow of time. Fragmentary
Office chatter permeates, but, alas, my vision dwells on you;
Cocooned inside tranquility's serenade of capitalist taboo.
And then... bipped! Like a spark plug to a window, my name shatters through.
Interdimensionally cut and pasted back to my breakfast of brew.
Published 13th Dec 2023
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