Pressed up against the clock,
Hours public for feet wiping,
Minutes thrown off in liberation,
Gathered at day’s end in frustration,
Plugged-in in public, lips moving
Without sound, an invisible
Barrier, isolated, access gained
To a treasure trove in full view,
A symphony melding unlikely visions
To thoughts soaring to soundtracks.
A solitary confinement in the open.
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