White November, I, II, and III

Five trees, total height
  484 feet,

17 leaves. I am free

to run around
each tree, average

circumference four
    and a half yards.

After work, at
  the factory.

Day by day by
  day gone.

Every hour filled
  with nothing
remotely meaningful.

As opposed to job
  as teacher, each

minute fanatic
  to squeeze

in every idea in
  the world.

Three gods, all
  the same, Only
different in name.

None more or less
  bland than
    the others.