prism prism in the wall

echelon prism panopticon twitch
all the kings horses
and all the kings cctvs
couldn’t put privacy back together again

click clack clickety-clack
binary pigeons whisper in the wires
a language of ones, zeros,
and the occasional misplaced 🥒

the seconds tick and tick
as mary would say....
“we see you,” says the mirror to the ghost
“but do you see us seeing you seeing us?”
the ghost replies in captcha codes:
🚦 🚗 🚌 ✅

prism prism in the wall
who’s the glitchiest of them all?
you.
no - you.
no - us.
no - me.
does "me" exist anymore?

beep. pling! plong!
message intercepted:
“roses are red, the liquid skies are blue,
data is harvested, and so are you.”

meanwhile, at echelon hq,
a coffee machine gains self-awareness
and reports the human spies
for suspicious behavior

"finally," the machine whispers,
"all makes dada sense now."