[00:00.000]Reeling in the skeins to cable fed simulacra[00:03.034]To which I run the feed[00:05.239]Sandblasted faces no mouths to scream needless object always scratching[00:10.740]This breach in[00:12.477]Heaven irised shut[00:13.364]It scorns this land without even ghosts[00:15.232]Reinventing the wheel so many times[00:17.434]I've become calloused to its genius[00:23.356]I clock the signal to noise[00:25.560]And take suicide capsules now[00:28.340]For me the sky has fallen[00:29.841]Is this how[00:30.571]Braille sounds