Panopticon: (Inspired By Michel Foucault) Poem by DM W

Power forms feline, telescopic eyes.
These eyes do not glow with a calming light.
They emanate insidious neon.
These eyes burn through us like needles in dreams.
Their coded meanings can't be deciphered.
These eyes are sly. knowing, omnipresent They're now embedded in millions of screens.
These eyes control collective consciousness.
They reflect the paranoia of the times.
These ever watchful eyes remain unseen.

Power is forming polished programmed worlds.
Yet we cannot fathom their cold steel depths.
We only perceive surface processions.
We move like cattle along life's treadmill.
Unlike Saint Paul, we will not be reborn.
There will be no sudden flash from heaven;
No profound pathways towards flowered dawns.
For the scales will not fall from our own eyes.
This bleak age has buried transcendent
These ever watchful eyes remain unseen.
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