outside (the george) 1984

george
where are you
now

our peace
is all battles
though the 1984
of bad dream
has fallen
a long way behind us

there are observers
surveilling me

nothing of mine
is secret
or
secure

it is known
when I went out
of my house
how many steps
I took

monthly
a summary is compiled
of all my movements

and who
I met

brushed past
with a deft touch
of elbows
conveying
my messages

my phone knows
my face
except
when I am wearing
a mask

my mandated
mask
to ensure I rebreathe
all doctrine
and cant

and my own
bio-air
in case I
am infectious
while actually
I feel more
of the leprous
than I do
the contagious

and george
I believe that you
saw it all

except

not enough

for
there was more

there is more

always more
because
there can never be
enough

I better stop this

I believe
I have just been
observed
for
my computer
shone white
through a pinhole
that is really
a camera

I am recorded

possibly catalogued

perhaps
soon
put away

for certain
away
if I step outside
my door

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