far more deeply

i have no eyes, but seeing you requires no such instrument;

frozen though i am, your movements are elaborate enough to wake the plastic bear from its slumber.

you sneak the hallway and plains, believing you have become the absolute mouse.

but the piano it tumbles down the stair, climbing your cacaphonical coordinate as it circles the airwaves to my perfect polymer ears

— and amidst the noise, i spot you again.

you and your timid over-confidence

you think you’re invisible. you’re certain only Later can see what you are doing Now

but eyes are everywhere. What you do is recorded,

— far more deeply than you ever imagined . . .

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