• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 08
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Spinning the world backwards

under ground

flickering holograms move

to the sidelines, and,

within this circularity

time revolves backwards,

and while we wait

in the green room

we become untracked shadows

of our former-selves,

chromatic automatons

licensed to linger

never sensing the tragedy,

never detecting the urgency,

and so, time moves on

spinning the world backwards