2023 NaPM 23 April

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Here we go round the panopticon
the panopticon, the panopticon

The Inspector sits above us all, communicating readily with the Beyond and a belfry into which the prisoners’ souls are carried by the radii. 

here we go round the panopticon

Call it the the Lodge.

on a cold remorseless morning

Windows partition the years from us, still allowing light enough, the slightest whisper of the circular. 

This is how we lost our minds
lost our minds, lost our minds

Our cell doors open into balance.

this is how we lost our minds
on a cold remorseless morning

Our fingers want to cling to a few inches of the Inspector’s Lodge.

This is the way we see the end
see the end, see the end

The Inspector is secluded from all communication. 

this is the way we see the end
in a cold despairing universe

The cells are alike so as to not prevent any reflection, to allow the prisoner sufficient passage to the extraterrestrial. Their thoughts issue from the Lodge, backed by the Inspector’s voice.

Here we go round the panopticon
while the Inspector sings his warning.