There's a system shutdown/upgrade going on at the moment, which is handy when you're supposed to be working... so I just wrote this instead, inspired by where I'd like to be.
shift work
it's morning
in the southern hemisphere
when she collapses
into bed timed out like
an egg on the boil
she'll stir in four hours to squint
at light pricking
through blinds pure
and precise, her mind turning to things
it normally avoids: wars and
the origin of species, how
pythagoras' theory really works
and just what is the leviathan?
then she'll flip onto her stomach
head turned away from the world,
mind casting shadows
that dance for a time
and sleep
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