Apologies to John Donne

Lock down my brain, deep state Panopticus,
Lest I run from thee and get off the grid.
9/11, then stuxnet, now Covid:
Methinks paranoia ran off with us,
Like some inky squid with a damn octopus,
Eyes, ears, here, there, battening down my lid
Where late my thinking lurked — a locked ward kid
Gone mad, an opioid homunculus —
I, we, could see it coming, Big Pharma,
Big Data, head drugs and algorithms,
The Big Prep for climate change bad karma,
Prison language for our refracted prism,
Social media, self-isolation,
Rapt, strait-jacketed capitulation.