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..:: CONTENTS ::..
   Volume VI, Issue I

..:: POETRY ::..

..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

..:: ARCHIVES ::..
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   Volume IV, Issue I
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   Volume V, Issue I
   Volume V, Issue II


from Apparition Poems: 1558
Adam Fieled


This is meant to be
level on level, layer
on layer, like insides
of mountains, but I
only have so many,
& when something
takes over, I drop a
little lower, my guts
drop too, and days I
could reach out for
you have gone. Well,
I call that level hell.


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