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Thursday, January 21, 2016

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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