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the soft machinery of blame

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We are the bones of forgotten explorers

Shrouded in veils of lunacy and fear

Digging in directions misunderstood

compassless, starless, still insisting

I cannot be, inconvertibly and without

striving for us to acknowledge

the clang of it, the cheap bright coin

Deflecting, cast aspersions gracelessly

like salt flung at a blackened hearth