life inside

the machine’s howl
scorches our ears
and minds. everyone

wears the searing scar.
even the deaf weep,
for the machine screams

not across unbounded
skies, but from within.
can we stifle the roar?

can we purge the pain?
we search for anything
to make us whole,

that will not disappear
as its name forms
on our trembling lips.

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