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No Angel

ISSUE:  Summer 2007

In the Kingdom of the Hollow-at-Heart, the insect is king.
In the Kingdom of the Beyond,
all lie where the ground is smooth.
Everything’s what it seems to be, and a little less.

In the land of the unutterable,
words float like reflections across the water.
Nobody visits us here.
Like shadows, we spread ourselves until our hands touch,
then disappear in the dark.


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