It comes from the second in command.
I am told
I cannot open my window.
I must lower my blinds.
It’s all about an environmental system
In a “beautiful new building.”
An odd kind of “beauty”
Unable to mingle with nature’s air.
So we are told to work
Locked in bottled
Which never sees the light of day.
Air that strangles our souls.
Dims our brains.
Sentences us to a world
That is completely artificial
HVAC can’t coexist with the power of the sun.
The appeal is to “keeping the building comfortable for everyone.”
Be a good sport for the sake of
Everyone who sits darkly, in a dark office
Filled with the stale air of hopelessness.
Sealed from the breeze of the high Colorado mountains.
Shaded from the bright Colorado sun.
Prisoner to a carbon catastrophe