just this morning moving along a well worn track
greased once in 4 year autopilot coffee stain
a single lane two-way same view but from differing floor bridge
I saw my body being shuffled along
1000 other days 4000 other hours 200 other weeks
what and all has been wasted on fast-forward on constant repeat
now that I've been sitting passenger seat waiting for the end of the line
grown old and loose into myself grown broken and lined and hollow
strange packed with age and blood and guts and clogged words?
1000 days bent in chair 4000 litebulb monitor hours 200 weeks immobile
white marble staircases
large open glass roofed lobbies
my last days on the working earth.