Today
facial ID
doesn’t know me
I
even forgot
who
I
am
was this a fugue state
police state
or dream state
I
didn’t
even
want
to
know
____________
dVerse prompt choosing the “line” end and putting in more ends. Bringing out frustration when facial id won’t recognize me. Started with
Today facial ID doesn’t know me
I even forgot who I was
Was this a fugue state
Police state
Or a dream state
wordshophop 
Listening to REM right now!!! I believe your poem is something they could put to music! Honestly, right now. Cheers, Happy Holidays.
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I think that is true! I actually tried to hum this poem to “It’s been a bad day” after reading this comment, and it sort of works, lol
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I love this and the entire haze that surrounds this poem. It’s almost like a stream of consciousness. Brilliant work!
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This chills me. Identity seems such a fragile things in this day and age. Happy Holidays!
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Lovely piece Jane – full of irony – for a piece on ‘endings’ it’s like the lines just get started and then drift off. The repetition of the single isolated ‘I’ alone on the line says so much – the atomised individual. I particularly liked ‘fugue state / police state / dream state’ – and the last stanza – resigned / angry / despairing and ultimately indifferent. So good.
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everything that Peter says. Wonderful write.
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Sooner or later they will probably all blend and each of us will become virtual 😦
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This really thrummed deep~Strange times
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For some reason, I thought about a society where facial ID is the only thing that matters… and not being recognized would be ceasing for real…
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That is even more terrifying that the premise of “The Lobster” perhaps because it is slightly more likely.
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