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..:: CONTENTS
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Volume VI, Issue I
..:: POETRY ::..
..:: PROSE ::..
..:: OTHER ::..
..:: ETC
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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
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from Systems: IV
Sophie Sills
In
every atom are a hundred blazing suns. —Mahmud Shabistari
The
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
emerging
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
solid
and moving beneath.
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