Panopticon
Never safe from the baleful eye
On the fringes in the light
Veins absorb its rigour
Hearts co-opt its misery
Shiftless, godlike
The surly giant does not sleep
It grins madly with a thirsty toungue
And with each turning of the circle, you turn as well
On the fringes in the light
Veins absorb its rigour
Hearts co-opt its misery
Shiftless, godlike
The surly giant does not sleep
It grins madly with a thirsty toungue
And with each turning of the circle, you turn as well
posted by Information Sniper at 9:55 PM
2 Comments:
Argh! It's a dystopian nightmare!
Absence of control. The impotence of voyeuristic suffering. Frustration.
Good.
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