a priest came to the office this morning
followed by a ghostly procession
he blessed the cubicles
sprinkled the taxidermied animals with holy water
saw me,
said i looked thirsty
and moved on
keyboard clicking dry
the roaring engine
of my holy ghost
i must’ve been writing in an ancient and forbidden tongue
my office was like a twisted and distant world
only mere specks of light gained entrance through my opaque windows
they swirled
like dust
like spiral galaxies
into the yawning black void
of my coffee
my thoughts slowly clicked
the time off the clock
