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

..:: POETRY ::..

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

..:: ETC ::..
   Contributor's Notes

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


from Systems: V
Sophie Sills


The wholeness that we're missing comes from our language, the structure of our 
fragmentation is in thought. It makes sense that we think of things as inherently divided. 
Particles move and interpenetrate, language is just a dimension of the double binds that 
cannot be concluded. I came into a dark room at a late hour where the cantilevers were 
our limbs. All salt and body and silent combination. My self from my body made a 
strange design. I'm feverish. When what we think of is what happens. The double bind is 
actually a material process. A grasping of the insides of things. Open the flesh, an 
unmade mouth is not the thing itself, but particles, one part of reality knowing another.


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