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Sipping wine from a great plastic cup
I know nothing and am wiser for it
Cameras everywhere conceal us
Encode us in transport streams bound for backlit monitoring
Packets of protocoled proofs
Delivered unceremoniously as binary bits
The great watchers judge us quietly in dim rooms
Dividing us into these and those
Stale datatypes deprived of meaning
Beyond the value of our behaviors
Make no mistake for they are watching
Witnesses
Terminal keepers at the gate
Elected by none though allowed by all
We are trapped in their video reference

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