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And through the darkness we would march to new and yawning chasms
Feeling fleeting straws of sanity through our fingertips lost among the rocky ground travelled
A new fad and obsession driving attention unhinged the focus wild
Trying to stroke the layers of dust and puss out of our eyes in chance to see
For in that which to us is obscured and distant lays our salvation
But we will never find
We will never see
For we are already there

Yet we march on