No door is ever locked enough.
Twist the key, pull the handle in repeated motion –
Go around, check for millimetrically open windows –
Turn around and walk away at last,
and halfway through ask yourself: “But did I, really?”
“What of the things I did not disconnect from combustion?”
“What should I carry just in case?”
“This whole world is out to get me!”
On the streets, every giggle at your expense:
something wrong you’ve just failed to notice,
like a hole in the garments of the perineum
or a seagull stink stain in the back of the head
…or maybe they know your every secret,
spreading out like an oil well fire.
Mysteries whispered beyond the auris.
All the things you are not supposed to know,
for the web’s perfect symmetry must not be ruined
and you must remain unawarely entangled.
All files on multiple disks.
Considering multiple hidden locations.
Just because you never know…
and your sanity hinges on this security.
But I know of the herd’s duality.
I’m a connoisseur of their double standard:
Paranoid when nothing happens,
Cautious when it does.
Damned if I do,
Damned if I don’t.
Millions of plots within millions of plots.
One massive orchestra playing the tunes of death.
Reptilian statesmen pulling on the puppet strings
while black screens transfix us into lethargy
“Hear me out, man, hear me out!
My time is short!
I know they know I know it all!
They’re blasting through the door any second now.
I need to pass on what I’ve learned
onto you before it’s too late.
They are plotting to… no.
No! NOOOOO! N——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————“