A Poem About Long Work Days

This wasn’t what I was initially going for.
I was hoping for something more about fatigue making days longer, but instead this became about work.

Oh well.

I hope you enjoy.

Drawing out days
To fit into hours
Whilst each heavy blink
Moves things forward

Yet all remains static
And stretches over eternities
Whilst changing in instants
In new forms of the same

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About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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