A hovered spaceship
A city under surveillance
Presence imposed, insolently
Run as I might,
Fly as I might,
I escape not its gazing reach.
In that panoptic disc, they sit.
Through the tinted screens, they peer
And wield, that extra-terrestial power
A hall of justice, they say.
A UFO, we say.
If only fear would fly away.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Under Surveillance
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