for a moment

he stared at the screen,
in askance,
left hand palm upwards,
mouth bit opened.

he just had reached nirvana
- at the office of all places -.

his mind had stopped working,
for a second he was holy, empty,
as detached as a far away galaxy cluster

as pure as pure gets,
he realized afterwards that,
for a moment,
he'd become something else,

and all of that
thanks to a confused spreadsheet.