• Vol. 01
  • Chapter 07
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I can see it now -
    this is the point where the noise dies down
and the constellation spreads across our retinas.
The sky splits open like an automated door -
              &nbsp we should be growing new hands
on the top of our skulls.
Another silly idea
              &nbsp perhaps;
but in this way it will be
easier for us to climb the walls
now that the world is ending.
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