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 Humanity:
We can't live with any of them, but I won't live without it.
All these arrows point out as we trench further deep inside
(this shortened fort of roots: conceal feelings).
We won't get out, or see the light, and you and I are all we've ever got -
have had -
can conceive -
with these disjointed cogitations swimming about
and set alight.
Let us out, and together we'll fan the flames-
blow on these coals-
and bring these sparks to holocaust.