TentaclesA Poem by E.J. WalingTentacles.
Circling. Squeezing. Slowly at first. Carefully. Moving carefully. Prey unsuspecting. Slowly being ensnared. Slowly being controlled. Global reach. Tentacles encircling the globe. Nowhere unobtainable. Nowhere out of range. Out of reach of the tentacles. Caressing the mind penetrating the brain. Corrupting the soul. Nowhere to hide. Tentacles overhead, underground. Cyberspace the creature resides. Crushing free will. Tentacles networked. Planetary web of control. Infrastructure in place. Ultimate control. Zombies mindless zombies. Spoon fed. Garbage in. Garbage out. The few controlling the many has always been humanities way. Now, however, on a global scale. © 2021 E.J. WalingFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on July 10, 2021 Last Updated on July 10, 2021 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |


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