in the future the enclosure will not exist. in the future we will no longer be enclosed. in the future we will not exist. in the future we will we will no longer exist. look at the changes the makers made we make made to make not in our name not in our name we cry in our walls of sleep. we do not exist. there will be no returning to this. in us the future struggle will not exist. this that we seek to know will be so changed this this we don't yet understand will cease to exist. in part, we will end. we will end in parting. the stones will become sand, sand will become glass,  glass will smash, the shards of glass will shine like shattered streetlight remembering stars.