• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


You can think of it as transitional gauze,
a servitude of limitations. The working class.

I remember summoning something beyond reach,
a child's vision like the planet was plasticine,

but the impact was thinned by an era
in which dictators are fed with applause,

until contrast revealed the open hand,
something summoned answered back.

It is the only thing that can save us now.