Pay respect to the sun as we employees do not.
We stir, strive and argue in fluorescent glow
As the microbes we cultivate in dark vessels grow
And the noon shines green outside we’ll not
Let windows distract us. There’s black-speck
Letters on white-shine screen. Type-type and trek
Down right-angled meanders to the coffee pot.
Though the moon might illumine a a path at night
No leaf unfurls to drink her meager shine.
Besides, this parking lot admits no specfic line
To cross it; I could find the door without sight;
I do this every morning. This sterile building
Promises a fine career, but there’s no gilding
Of joy beyond salary in this silver light.
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