With everyday headlines condemning the visible culprits of privacy invasion, we forget… (Image by Spampinato
Next Doorness by Odin Roark It has not a front porch to sit upon, Nor a yard of lawn and flowers to upkeep. Not even a house to keep dark at night, An upper window for peeking. Nevertheless… We suspect this enigmatic visage Has its own sagacious means to peek at us From behind closed curtains we cannot see, An absence amidst our presence, Boasting darkness To cast its stealth-like shadow. Such invisible next-doorness Never asks for a cup of sugar, But takes without asking, Its invisible shroud Forever with us, Invited or not. Such is not the omniscient God, But our very own man-made proselytes, The ever-present clandestine eyes Of duplicitous protectorates, The ubiquitous satellites.
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