Panoptic

Plain clothes
Duck decoys
Continue steady
Observation
Rapt in the expansion
Of an impregnable circle

Imminent circle

Canceled eyes scan
For like minded divorce
A dance with the damned with carpal tunnel syndrome
My binary self-portrait operates like a traffic jam
With obsessive resolution...pressing on.

Damned.
Step up foresighted blindness to a Panopticism
Player piano spits out Pollyana noise
Rehearsing for the death...of Gilgamesh.

Growing out of patterns of ruin and grey into a knot that resolves itself
But lifeless to your touch, I am content to distribute torque.