The mason trudges on night and day to finish his masterpiece. Clockwork, he waits like a prisoner yearning for the jurisdiction to fall in his favor. Each opportunity: he will steal it. Adhesive to stone and metal support: This wall will not fall. No, this one he will not let dissemble. Opposing the prior ruin, plagued with age and abuse, the once damaging blows instead drive this puzzle together.
Attend carefully. Every door slammed behind to shut me out, Each painful stab in your glace lancing through my chest, into the black cavity life has consumed into me. He will work to layer his project, this projection of my cautions, until the last glimmer of light disappears behind the last stone in the last wall. Now a true prisoner, my mind lies in contentment.
figurative metaphor for the wall my mind builds to keep people out