On the hallway wall next to the door is posted “Room 417 Storage”. In this fairly new facility it is used as an occasional office. The majority could not tell you where it is or for what purpose it is utilized. I was assigned to sit in silence in Room 417 with three other people for two and a half hours. I’m a teacher; you figure it out. Here are my impressions of the space, the activity, and our path.
In a claustrophobic room
Painted white no decor there
Neither flower nor mind could bloom
Though florescent lights and vented air
White noise from conditioned air
Abundant plastic, metal too
Nothing the senses would find fair
Though clean and bright and also new
Sanitized of all that harms
Disease, sharp corners, tanning rays
Not a thing the spirit alarms
Though emergency exits map ways
Thus the danger to our lives
All is well but dead inside
No awareness that life never thrives
Except in Sonshine and change of tide
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Room 417
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On the hallway wall next to the door is posted “Room 417 Storage”. In this fairly new facility it is used as an occasional office. The majority could not tell you where it is or for what purpose it is utilized. I was assigned to sit in silence in Room 417 with three other people for two and a half hours. I’m a teacher; you figure it out. Here are my impressions of the space, the activity, and our path.
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