The Imaginations

it is addressed thusly:
A vision.
it reads:
Fell, that Cthonic mass, I mean
Black, writhing as from another world
Tentacular (if such a word sticks)
Reaching and snaking from every aperture
Tangle, nigh Gordian knot of aught
But a shiny, unfathomable slippery mess
Best not looked at directly if indeed
One wishes to keep one's own eyes
Sometimes the dark is best for such
A task, to feel but not look, stretching
Hand past hand through alien mass
Until that very moment when contact
Means the plug fit the surge protector --
What else would I have been speaking of?

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