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Volume VI, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
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Volume IV, Issue II
..:: ARCHIVES ::..
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from Systems: IV
every atom are a hundred blazing suns. —Mahmud Shabistari
impulse of the universe to bring like and like together
happens everyday. Particles
distend. Streaming from my chest,
fingers full of fish. The sound is a shape of birds
from the city. Their unknitting makes passages closing behind
them. And no
end in the pinch between land and dark. A lattice
of ropes, veranda, a handful of hair
strands. Each separate as
whole. Hippocrates said all things are in sympathy. A million
edges and eyes enfold in a dark city. As they do, I open a
window to the city, to the smell
of a strange lake. I am
without individual existence. Knowing and fear have the same
form as bird and fish. Animal to flight is woven together with
the smell of water and cold
happening over a lake. Weeping
with fists of fish is only one pattern. The objects are
and moving beneath.