ISSUE: Fall 2016
the world is made perfect why not rebuild here lies the water made of motion same day different peace is a matter of time here lies upon here rests you cannot be my body you don’t deserve my bullet stay o’ sweet peace at least a little not of one breaking but of many guard me if not my body my head we are I ask you what will it be & when
Note: “the word is made / perfect”—Ezra Pound, “Canto LXXVI”