February 26, 2017Missive

Am I alone now

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Am I alone now

Is this a quiet place

Giving solitude

Free from intrusion

Thought insertion

Is pathological

Until the peace

Is disturbed by another

Low flying drone

How many times

Will Google

Need to record

The nature of this place

It is a dream academy

Full of colours used

To paint abstract

Notions

Dressed as art

Secret gardens

Are no more

Than a sojourn

An aroma of seasons

Hideaways only exist

In holiday brochures

Paranoia is a toothless tool

For the truth seeker

But something is rotten

A dead fish society

For the freedom fighter

With a smartphone

Beam me up

Is there a leader

To be taken to

Or is this an episode

Of schizoaffective disorder

Look it up on Youtube

Stream me

It is the way of a

Netflix world.