Apparatus Soul

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He who blinks in darkness, winks in silence-

for the face is worn like a mask, covering the mask-

and eyes see all, the dead and beyond… For he is etched from light, and encased in the key.

Fat and famished are the starving machines, like doberman thieves, stilling from the light, shadows in flight, and eyes like bat wings…

Copyrightcopyright October 3, 2015

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