No Escape

They will find you–
they always do;
the market analyzers,
phone trackers, cookies, recorders, videos
breaching and pinging your life’s data
into billions of bytes
of information, everything about you–
a flattery of sorts.
Like Winston’s ubiquitous Brother
there are eyes all about,
in doorways, street corners, highways,
sending signals by sonar, radar
satellites and drones.
To be anonymous is a myth,
yet, to be known an even greater one,
Your face in the crowd merely
a pixel on a pinhead.