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Stagnant - 21/09/2000

A synthetic draught cools me at my craft,
sweeping back and forth, like waves my papers waft.
A dull mechanical hum makes my senses numb,
amid quiet chitchat And office humdrum.

Speeding blades blur moving stagnant air
laden with Co2 pollution that we share.
Tip, tip and tap, keyboards click and clack
fingers function feverishly as if they're in attack.

Mind wars are waged in my office they are staged
the working day is conflict, where admin battles rage.
Monotony clouds my mind in this the daily grind,
fuses my mentality, spiritually I am blind.

The 9 to 5 mundane stakes it's dreary claim,
casts chains upon my soul, tedium knows my name.
In this I seek release let escapism increase,
set in motion by this act, in writing I find peace.

Yet brief the satisfaction realized by this action,
literary inspiration provides but a momentary distraction.
So it seems I am doomed in this life I am entombed,
at night I am free but by day I am consumed.
 
© Nicholas Vosper 2001