they know where you are

your dreams know your name

and they will find you

in mud huts

in mansions

in crumpled up book stores

in coffee shops

where no one drinks coffee anymore

in the back of your mind

where you think you are hiding

where you hoped

you wouldn’t be noticed


there is nowhere you can hide

and their bullets don’t miss

they are not coming from the right

or the left

and there are no sides to pick

just the inside

the name they call you is a clue

but there are no names

just places

and these places have no names


question everything

because the questions

are the only answers you will ever get


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