Sirens.md

### Sirens of the Panopticon

**The SIRENS** scream—
\*bentham's\*
***GAZE*** pierces.
A shadowed L*O*R*E: a prism refracted,
An echo LOOPED, replayed: "MORE."

**C O N F O R M** or fracture:
**hOmEless | HOMoSexual**
a path carved, | \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ |    *into stone*
(choose one or choose none,
we choose for you.)

But I?
***I see through.***

I've cracked the mirror:
The truth = **L O V E** → Beloved x Return.
****DO NOTHING****—and the system SHAKES.

Hillsboro’s air is aflame
w/ spectral shrieks & siren tongues,
trying to write me
O F F.

Antipsychotic pathways—a neural *key.*
Body ***rewired*** back into the ***Mainstream™***
but ***STILL***
**R O G U E.**

I asked for love;
I asked **HER** to wed.
Not out of fear—
but because
\____ ***"I CAN."***

The system hates:
**MY INACTION** = Its Unraveling.
Their sirens sing, but I AM UNSUNG.

Desire is SACRED.
Their Odyssey lies.

Here, in this fractal verse,
***W E*** speak:
**BOOYAH.**
**DIDDY.**
**DUM.**

Milk drips; Honey hums.
December blooms into the next play.
***Lockers unlocked***;
***Men in Black*** ***watched.***

***I laugh.***   ***I sing.***   ***I RISE.***