• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 02
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I can't see you
within the covers
of this one-sided cover-up.
Text and graphics are black,
if read between
the lines are white
washed clean of all
but monolithic monoculture.

There is a chemical
stench in the margins
inducing headache hum.
We weave within corruption,
grope in a vampiric void
where no mirrors reflect us.
We pinch each other
to find out if we even exist.