Telephone rang, keyboard dit dit ditting,
printer vomited paper after paper,
rain washed off footprints from the catwalk
and minds paused to re-assess the puzzle,
counting the sides to the polygon.
Gloom invaded the office like a virus
and people, hiding their cough, examined
the future like a specimen,
I wait like a candle in the mist
for the rain to stop and I can see
who will pass the light through the prism.
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