the cctv pans and scans, through the blinks of its own insiding truth Red cloud, Black fire monochromatic pain The spent measure of eye catching eyes, to record how far the scorches tooth, i walk miles of nothing —fit the shape of a fear, coded at 3 a.m in claustrophobic outlines, my insides burn, and somewhere a cursor drags a red line under my name In the zone, I walk and sway, thinking that i lost my way, In the zone, I dream of the sun Too much delayed, too much undone algorithms don’t sweat, in pressure points they just hum: a flowcharted possibility of a life withdrawn, till the limits of endurance becomes a risk score where glances flag, and i get a feeling, the systems read me wrong bias doesn’t shout anymore it whispers through filters hiding clean fronts of disconsolate lies, while it draws circles around the same neighborhoods the same accents, mouthing command into the same tired eyes In the zone, We walk and sway, thinking that we lost our way, In the zone, We dream of the sun Too much delayed, too much undone the screen rants in clusters through the heat maps, in cold neat boxes that never ask “why we get loud?” and we move slightly different shoulders tighter, voices lower editing our laughter before it leaves our mouths, and the world keeps breathing through a mask of numbers the same old accents, mouthing command while we forget what it feels like to be seen, till the prescription for the prison comes signed and stamped In the zone, We walk and sway, In the zone, Don't walk away Don't walk away, Don't walk away, Nobody leaves clean Don't walk away...
