Certain Secret Conversations


I suddenly felt
that the people
who come in here
are like machines.
They have lost
the protections
of identity, that
give them the armor
of I.
.
We think we can
do what what we like
with them. They will
soon pop like bubbles,
and we will too,
burst, hidden, lost,
reborn in the shelter
of the real.
.
None will know
the rules
we broke.

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