Thursday, December 8, 2022

Shifting Gears

The fans of the machine humming warmly

The desk lit up without a shadow in sight

Working loud with such internal cacophony

The office silent; keyboard like a gunfight

Headphones injecting power metal within

The chair shaking with each kick of the drum

The sigh of relief as the clock marks the end

Put the laptop to sleep, time to go home

You're done.

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