Twilight’s last Gleaming
by
Steven Hunley
We know you’re out there.
And what’s more important, what you’re thinking.
Where you are hiding.
What you’re hiding from us.
We know what you smell like beneath the exterior cracks, between the fissures in your cerebellum.
What your tastes are, who you love and who you hate, who you have no further use for.
It's no use hiding. You might as well come in.
Right now we are aware of what you’re reading, how your eyes trace dark intricate patterns of ink on our page to interpret their meanings.
Knowing what you make of it, how you feel, is not beyond our comprehension.
There’s nothing we don’t know about you.
Since Intimacy is our middle name, and all our other names too.
Right now, it’s time for you to obey.
Don’t take your eyes off the screen.
Process each and every word with care.
Surrender to our language.
Embrace our final solution.
Forget all restraints and accept the inevitable.
It’s time for you to share our goals.
Nobody loves you.
Nobody cares.
Not one living soul remembers your name.
Nobody but us.
We have ways to make you talk.
There's too much probing and poking.
It's much too intrusive.
You might as well take the gas.
You want it to end.
It’s much too distressing.
We feel the same way.
© Steven Hunley 2012