13:00

Biometry tags rogue anthropic dreck

in high-tech shakedown; everywhere the law

decrees exceptions, anomalous dark matter’s

fat larvae multiplying behind the sun.

14:00

The retinal scan detects no living presence.

He is quite off his tits on freedom,

a state proscribed but indefinable.

So this is terror, something in him thinks.

15:00

Flagitious now to draw his lapsed attention

to cage, guards, beating sun or being pissed on

in view of others whose habitual mirth

seems to have deserted them; as has he.