On Black… and Colour

In a small office, sat I, dead

Center in a giant power station

So much power there was that

There were no on/off switches, until

The whole plant shook… and died.


My office lights turned off…

Each and every all of them,

Ceiling and desk, floor and

Indicator… out, gone, dead.

In utter black, sat I, alone


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