Normal

All normal -
A normal grey day
And the library is
Empty except for me
And one man's back.

The air conditioning
Machinery is running
At full tilt behind 
Mine

And I just keep on
Wading through
Normal days
Uniform grey days
The same grey days
Which darken and darken

Until no chink of light
Penetrates.  See -
Coulds are massing 
To press the windows
With their weight of grey

Oppressive and heavy.
A normal day.
A Friday.
And all is the same
As it has always been
For my days are empty.
Everyone has left them.

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