All-Seeing Mandate (featuring PURRdita)

The blue orb blinks from morning’s hush— Surveillance hums out where shadows rush. We trace our names in numbers high and low, Each tiny tremor in the wires below. Street lamps flicker, rumors tune the air— Your laughter bent, the data red and bare. Cradled in the records, stories spread, Memory archived, every word we said. I am in the grid—quiet, suspicious, nearly dead Static in transaction, every move ahead Check the balance, check the record, check your breath— Mandate wants your heart, logic seals what’s left. Hold still— Shelved hearts twitch in sweet brine Chased by the cold machine’s line. Eyes awake, the world turns— Scored for all that isn’t learned.