? ? ?

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 (???)