Temperance - Virtue Series 06

Temperance

Manilla felt, opaque glass, and 

cold metal surround at 5.3 meters. 

For some, a home, for others,

a prison. Of emotion, of validation,

but for everyone - of freedom.

Cubes are meant for working; they

are not meant for workers’ lives.

Perpendicular lines, symmetrical keys,

draw despair despite being clean.

Quiet hums of cold breeze are not

reason enough to keep me underneath. 

Lashing, relaxing, either or, clocking

in surrenders will to someone more.

Chains can rust, but so can your brain,

sway chemicals, Nitrogen, Hydroxide, 

plan for the day, withholding formal dismay,

fear not - for you will return to the humane.

-JW