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 [?]