Whiteness
The room was six feet by eight feet
Full of nothingness and white light
I came in here to work
I find when I can't be distracted
(As I often, well, always am reading or writing)
So the blinding whiteness has purpose
Soon an ex-lover walks in to work
We don't talk
Not because we are not friendly,
but because there is work to be done
She respects that
An endless cycle of individuals
make laps through the blinding whiteness
I try to continue my work
That has failed,
but I managed to write this
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