Cameras on every corner,
Silent sentinels, ever-vigilant
They track my every step, my every breath,
Each whispered word, each fleeting text

But who watches the watchers?
Who monitors the ones that sift through data?
Behind glass towers, they guard the fortress,
A citadel of code, where pulses of binary
Beat through the veins of the city

We’re fractured, reduced to numbers
Barcodes, apps, fragments of light on screens
Flesh & bone replaced by ones & zeros,
Our DNA dismissed, obsolete

Avatars supersede the faces we once knew,
Ghosts in glowing shells,
Haunting our every move
In this digital dusk, we wander,
Shadows trailing shadows
As the watchers watch


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