Issue 14, Autumn 2009: Silence. Take a window seat. You'll see silence hover between the hunter and the hunted, corrupting the kind, healing the hurried, slicing time, while bartering for your sanity. Act cool, put your lips together and watch.
doubts humans can will their own calm
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hears the heat wake once-arrested time
calibrates echoes of outspoken truths
sees green shoots after muted trauma
has the last word with a fresh corpse