16x zoom (a poem)

Monday, March 3, 2025

on site
string space—
digital, meaning encrypted.

sound the alarm, five miles out
from target.

flush the socials
straight into the corral—
yes, we’ve got them now.

the strings have never been strung tighter,
this cord, this woven fiber,
thriving with the flood of channeled data,
extreme processing, production,
multiplying observations—

and zooming out, sixteen times—
we can’t keep taking all this,
our neo-cortex finally ruptures
and they—whoever they are—
take advantage.

send them in—
a desperate attempt—
justice, superimposed.

spin doctors, like witches,
but never hunted, never exposed.

weapons: PR and the pseudo-reality—
since print, it’s never been easier.

an event, a moment—
a squirrel—
camera switch, profile,
focus the attention,
don’t let them see
the wide angle.