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Jul 2016
No trees around,
But there are leaves in the gutter
A thousand eyes in every home
& in every eye there is a storm
A Panoptic Design
Prison planet
Web net
Spider eyes glow red
Multi-layered
Multi-players
Virtual seams rip apart every dream
Virtual screams on virtual screens
Blood & circuses
Hive mind & mob body
In every crack there is a hole
& in every hole there is an eye
In every eye there is a storm
Your streets, the sky-not blind
A thousand eyes
A thousand eyes for every home
Digital trap. Don’t fight back
We wake to dream
We fight the sleep
Is there something we are missing?
5- You are alive
4-Go thru the door
3-What is your reality, really?
2-Yes, I’m talking to you!
1- Look up

Don’t look behind.
We are being followed.
Do you follow?
Do you mind?
"Latin panem et circenses (bread and circuses) identifies the only remaining cares of a Roman populace which no longer cares for its historical birthright of political involvement. "~WIKI
Bread & Circuses is the distractions the government leaders give the populace to keep them subdued and placid. Food & entertainment. I thought these days it was appropriate to substitute 'bread' for 'blood.'

pan·op·ti·con- a circular prison with cells arranged around a central well, from which prisoners could at all times be observed.

I feel our everyday world is becoming this panopticon.
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Lesley  Worldwide
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