The fluorescents are dimmed
in their overhead fixtures.
The light that they cast is a shade.
In the straw of their cages
the white mice are sleeping,
like children six to a bed.
Three cats are awake.
with their nocturnal natures,
no motion for their eyes to stalk.
The two-headed dog is dreaming:
(1) of sunlight and frisbees,
(2) of snocones and frolics in hay.
Hard to believe
that in less than an hour
fluorescents will flicker to bright.
Day will come crashing.
Electrodes attaching.
Terror that is very refined.
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