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Paranoid Eyes

("Untitled", aka "The Crawling Eye", 2018, original encaustic)

Paranoid Eyes

We live in the old part of town
Where the walls have ears 
And the dark, eyes
We have learned to watch
What we say and do
Until mere husks remain
Of former selves

But we are proud
To live in such a world
Where inside is out
And out knows what is in
Where age-old atavistic fears
Have been projected 
Into technological feats

We even like 
That our phones know 
What we want to buy
Before we do
The iron fist of the surveillance state
Now just a velvet glove
On a limp consumer wrist

At least we have our dreams
The place where all lights shine, 
And all eyes turn, on us
The land before time 
Within the prison of our minds
Secure that we, while endlessly watching,
Are at least the only ones

(10/17/23)

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