I woke up this way
Didn’t know I was branded
By some mega machine somewhere
Seemingly everywhere
Collecting all my info
Especially hearsay
Immense
The Thing
Once controlled but now running the show
In the beginning it just buzzed and hummed
Now it creates earthquakes
Its electrical particles charging the atmosphere
And it has learned how to snicker
As we search our skin
For its nasty little mark.
Not so long ago, Stephen Jarrell Williams was called by some, the Great Poet of Doom… Now, he writes at night, enthused, and waiting for the Coming Good Dawn.
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