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be here now

what is it
to be a ‘friend’
on Orwell’s telescreen
in cyberspace –
surveillance machine –
goose-stepping into
smokey backroom
torture chambers
this ecstatic lust
as we hide
behind masks,
flesh… ghosts
are you a girl or a boy?
are you 16 or 60?
then again, does it matter?
as – disregarding any
sense or notion that any authority
has any legitimacy or esteem –
we are suspended over an abyss
it is only our desire
that keeps us from falling
into Nothingness


About James Aire

I am a writer living in Brixton, South London who is seeking to subvert the 'order of things' through humor, chaos and absurdity.

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