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At Last Alone

by The Nevergrin

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In a saturated hue of twilight and blue reflection unravels a line its tension curdles senses its center an infection a resurrection of harbored lies. A creak in the floor a turn of the door rips fear from the undefined a cultivated mine runs blood from the eye with no device to bring you home but time. There in sight a plain view of a system too real for depiction too banal to be fiction a still contradiction to what is known. The overcast vault not a mask anymore there is nothing beyond that can be restored nothing to find and nothing to wonder the wanderer has lost his way.
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Disremember 06:16
As the sun of this sky dies another begins to rise and we won’t remember the lessons of yesterday.
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A fragrance, a taste, a familiar face can tickle the brain through time and space evoke the map to find your place but X is seldom frank. Look around engaging crowd and be anywhere anywhere but here so when they’re gone you can rewrite the way the phrase has carried on. I have acted in practice to disappear neglecting arrangement from engineer always encrypted by the back doors of difference denying assistance, insisting this weight on my own. This is the way back.
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The ambient ornament stonewalls the elements establishing basis for an ongoing mutual attachment paired with the instance of habit your optical counterpart caught between the mirrors fights the periodic rise and fall. Give up son if you don’t got none and join the rest of the dead. Ambition is the first step toward failure so lay those dreams to bed. But if you’re going to strike strike heavy strike heavy, he said strike heavy while the embers are red. When the mind decides to leave the body behind color the lines akin see the rendered ghost you wrote disappear like a photograph of the wind.
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I died with the leaves and stood with the trees immobilized by sequence bonding with doom.
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K100 07:12
Each day when I wake up I wish the world away ignoring the shivery pockets filled with reasons to remain. If I could tear the veil and step to the other side look deep in curiosity at all of those who have died… I’m sorry to tell you good things never happen it doesn’t take much for the spirit to decay. Under the ballast of old weary Atlas the meaning collapses under the arches of passage and bone guidance sets like a sun made of stone.
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The ground is frozen and it’s too cold to sleep think I’ll just lay here let the clouds bleed on me. Drowning in the fossil instinct of this axiomen breathing in the abstract to suffocate the black. The impulse to destroy fails to meet its motive this time migrate the soul to restore my native ways again. Light seeks the center but all I can remember between death and forever is dawn. Predicate the slate as cloud the echoplane releases shroud this place it seems to me the same as dream.

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released March 21, 2015

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The Nevergrin New York, New York

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