I beat the sky with the questions of my fists
On the poplar, on the poplar, on pain
by Jaimie Li | Contributing Writer
Look, then, and see / the roots of the sky.
by Jake Uitti | Contributing Writer
Oh, my fingers would like / to cut down the stars.
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knowing that the mask is more an image
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