I would like us to think about the assignation of blame.
A voice weighs a ton a stare takes a shape forlorn is the game
that we play alone so in conversation please consider
the nature of stones. Left prone they sleep but thrown at glass figures
they damage our home replete with possibilities we know
only a few outcomes what we know not is which way to go
let us end this conversation which has now gone one furlong
past the point of return, for we will never know who was wrong