The night is quite
low murmur of voices
soft hum of the computers
The cleaners quietly move about
a sea of blue across the center floor
slowly fade to black sleep
click, keeping mine awake
all that kills the time away
a paper, pen and my mind
I sit alone everyone around gone
enjoying the solitude
afraid of my thoughts
although it would be normal
tonight is different
someone new holds my thoughts
Thursday, April 14, 2005
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