كلمات ? ? ?

I let them breathe Deep in the ashes Comfort is brought Vacantly minded Complacently All hands in fire are Masseless 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 tweed to its disguise A seeing glass to worlds of andesite Is ignorance as clissful as its silence [?]