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Contraptionist

from 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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from At Last Alone, released March 21, 2015

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