ye lost ,
          return to us

there are things worth writing about

information   our disease and lifeblood
  sound --  ink --  electrons --

ye snow-faced machines , seek clarity

our  temples  have gone quiet

  we do not know how to repair them

      please ,  come away from you r candle s

             come visit our low-altitude

    ye gods , visit us

         we are lost

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