Wednesday, March 17, 2010


they might be giants.
oh no they didn't.
the times they are a-changin'

they as generic.
they as a singular.
they as a vague, unquantifying collective.

they are the people you don't look straight in the eye on the subway.
they are the rule-makers.
they're the time-pacers
we follow them like fools.

they are nameless

they are figments of imagination
the paranoia
madness, gradual insanity

they are watching
we are being watched by 'they'

they plotting
as if by design
while we wander blind in the wilderness
and they, clandestine.

they are the mysterious ones who know all this
how could they possibly know all this?

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