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To the back of the trees that border the perimeter of the property

It shines a light and searches far and wide

I’m convinced that it only looks for me

In my mind I’m never really alone

I’ve got a voice and a set of eyes scanning between the lines

It maps and measures zones

I see the marks, machines landing

The orbs, undeniable, in the night, taking flight

Covered in gloom, discreet black

I must admit it to myself, I thought that I was in control

The rattling of things on shelves…

Perfectly punctured lawn with holes…

The orbs - undeniable, the source inside is milked