We think we aren't free

In Space somewhere:

Racing radar.
Red dots blinking to static,
In a shift of data.
Traces slipping out of content.
Sliding under the radar.
Invisible and errant.

In London:

Beep - Asda credit card - five pounds on a tree.
Blip - Underground Oyster Card - tube ride to Hackney.
Click - Hedgerow and a stealthy wee - she forgot to pee.

On a border somewhere at war:

Bouncing borders.
Treacherous and jealous.
Traced in treaties,
maps
and wire.
Guarded by men in boots.
Chattering shadowless bulks.
Breath fogging chilled air.
Kids play soldiers just out of ear shot.

Internally somewhere human:

Words hold you prisoner and they set you free.

Internationally:

Swap official presence for unofficial essence.
Skip the wire.
Jump the radar.
Be free.
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