I wanna drop off the edge of Google
disappear into a different Void
–out of habit & forces that be with
U
R
L
an unlicensed Abyss
that doesn’t pop-up everywhere I go
–know my location–
notify &
newsletter me,
track &
stalk me,
mine &
sell me,
or even bring me cookies. . .
I wanna different kind
of tale
–one that doesn’t wag
a dog so big & black
& bleeding
it muzzles me
jerks me
by leash &
law,
by one &
millions,
by power &
profit
so obscene it’s its own religion. . .
I wanna drop off
the edge of Google
–frees myself for
posterity
where Snowden
means tucked in,
where NSA
is literature,
where people live &
breathe
–thumbnails ripped off
like brutal keepers
of cats.
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