Winston Smith
what should I make of you now
the screen don't watch us back
but we're all watching anyhow
I had a dream, not of you
but your namesake planted a seed
holy black mother of invention
sacred daughter of need
I leave a mark to remember
like so many before
maybe be my room of terror
maybe be the last decent horror
leave the rest to the bomb squad
remembrance and the past
pray for simple outcomes
pray this marker
forever to last
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