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I let them breathe Deep in the ashes Comfort is brought Vacantly minded Complacently All hands in fire are Massless and anonymous Pruned with such ease A parliament breeze You are to kin With the machine From bends within the seams to saprophytes The pawns that sew the tweed to its disguise A seeing glass to worlds of andesite Is ignorance as blissful as its silence (???)