Die Big Data Die
1 min readAug 9, 2017
Squelch that device and mind your mind
or all that you know will be known to all.
The lurking listeners love to look.
Why sing your secrets to the sky’s eyes?
You are a box of data meant to open when
there are guns to bear or junk to sell.
Try looking through your human pupils,
your personal corneas of consciousness.
Hope to save yourself for your self’s self.
Make your brain a purloined letter.
Retain some small sliver of soul.
Not all needs be broadcast at large.
Do not disclose your every fit and start.
Deny them the numbers of your heart.
Beep Beep Beep Delete Delete Delete.
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