Blind and dumb,
The system bore down.
Closing gates as it went.
Dulled and unsettled,
Citizens moved through the city.
A resource distilled into data points.
Their desires, dreams and future,
Nudged by the administrators,
Own desires and dreams.
A Leviathan born in the static,
And borne on the ether.
Manifest in the people.
The man, in his worship of the Machine,
Dimly perceived the zephyr wind,
Whispering from an open sky…
By W. N. Branson
