• 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 -
                we should be growing new hands
on the top of our skulls.
Another silly idea
but in this way it will be
easier for us to climb the walls
now that the world is ending.