The New Panopticon

Where has my life gone?

Does it stare back at me,Panopticon.jpg
Ensnared in the cold white glare
Of pixels that define me?
Cells displaced by pixels
In in-technocratic-sanity.

Is it in front of me?
Hung, drawn, and quartered,
App-by-app and bite-by-bite,
So that there’s more than one of me?
And we’re neatly kept locked up
In cells of digital mastery.

What need is there
For memories
When the Cloud above renders every moment
And ‘friends’, users, bots seem to remember
More ‘About Me’ than about the real me.

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