Expressions from the Office ParkSPG
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Unrepentant boys throw sand and tantrums from the comfort of their boxes. Pushing grains from here to there with great deliberation. Rigid and unyielding, A concrete image serves as model for the great construction. But the grains do poorly in its stead – slipping one way and another Until the mound resembles little of its vision
But no other shovel may stand in the path of one so determined. Or another tantrum will erupt. He who shouts and spits and fumes the loudest earns The right to push his grains of sand into the mound that he can claim But which fails all tests of value Save to its builder as an icon of his ego
“Let me out!” I found myself screaming as the ravings of a lost madman Although my voice was lost to ears of any kind Only silently inside my head I found that I’d been screaming for a long time. For years But had only just begun even to hear myself A distant echo, but with a passion and a knowing I had never heard before And with a resonance that was starting to reverberate through me So that I could now do nothing at all but listen The sound of my own screams holding me in some kind of trance My limbs shackled. My mind numb Growing in intensity, but sounding as if they were coming from someone else But from inside myself nonetheless “Let me out!” I had never realized the tightness of my quarters Never recognized before the confines Until now in the echoes of that screaming
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