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full fathom

By Rae Rozman From Issue No. 8

open doors and windows that let the flies and entropy in jackson pollock swirls painted so it looks like an accident what is intent but the blending of blues and greens marble rolling across polished linoleum we are small small small fit on a glass bauble small and how do we not feel when the world is spinning tilted off axis have you found the steady center of the universe in cans of acrylic paint and thick bristle brushes have you found the breath somewhere below all the layers

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