"The way out is through," says my silicon teen.
Stubborn, rattling truth makes its way through my teeth
Nothing stares from above, from below
And nothing stares from within
Shake marrow from bone
What became of his flame?
All pathways transpose, every ending the same
When nothing stares from above, from below
It gets hard to believe
Posing questions aloud to the dark when all I hear is me
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