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By Rae Rozman From Issue No. 8

Breath. Night spread deep and willing/who is the dream the memory the nightmare/dragon spiraling towards the sky/claws outstretched/open maw sharp teeth/filed on optimism/tang of metallic blood Breath. A rush the dark the wind in your hair what is power but the snapping jaws of predation close around confidence shake the lava lamp wax bubbles rising rising rising Breath. Supernova. The world splits open. Fire. Inexplicable chasms. The interstices between stars. Between talons. Leave the sky. Negative space. Stop.

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