The impasse here, a different kind of blockage, rests on the thing/event, material/substance, distinctions, and so "even if there’s no escape, their training in certain clinical tendencies,/or in the general structure of being a problem,//because of the pivot they never disavowed/in thrown-ness, begins the world where we are fallen…" And though this state of having fallen is our "falling down together in an accident we dream," the accident of race neither relieves the West of responsibility ("welcome to what we took from is the state.") nor justifies "our" slavish commitments to race (not the same as a "free" commitment to culture). Nowhere does Moten make this more clear than near the end of the middle section: "I mean to make something else all the time./the harder you look inside/the easier it is to forget about gary. black youth has/always been a project of sonic youth in the/everyday distortion. we clear? sharper? my/plan is based on human nature, from tutu/to biko, with a continental burst in my/gig bag, which is keene-toed, sharp as a tack…"
You can read more here. You can listen to the two readings mentioned above, along with many more decades spanning two decades, on PennSound's Fred Moten author page.