Snowden’s Lament





When the laptop sleeps,

deep as Loch Ness,

rainbows, truth and corruption

hum beneath the surface

like an ocean.  Does it grab

my meridians through

that cyclops eye?

Dilemma of being known, exposed

or hiding in a non-digital forest

speaking poetry to owls.

C.J. Prince



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