The damage a name does is infinite,
like a tower forever bruising the golden sky,
because only that which is finished can truly be named.
So we end up split up into various vapid creations,
focused on owning a giant circle of artifacts and imagined actual facts,
competing with each other and competing with our own soft and wayward heads.
We sit down in the scum of the status quo like helpless children
holding individual vigils for a purity
which we gladly gave away.