Automatons In Masquerade
by Robert Paul Gass
The mammal automation feigns with show
Of masquerade deluding mind to know
The void as substance joined emoting true
With knowledge false beneath the knoll to rue.
The truth of masquerade uproots the soul
With drain abyssal warped surrounding hole
Of substance lost to washing sense for knoll
In valley dark of golems strings control.
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