Routine
Routine
The screen flickers
display driver
out of control
pixels without focus
story without soul
Colourless words ooze
cold mechanical stench
no warmth no grace
input-output matters
feelings have no place
Deadlines to be matched
ASAP ASAP ASAP
specs of all kinds
no time for interface
between hearts and minds
He rubs out the longing
the despair from his eyes
tries to shake off the pain
helpless and defeated
starts to work again