Pushed into survival’s
world from a rosepink dream, roundedness showing already, head and body cry out
for air. Differences are less apparent than beauty incarnate. No alphabet comes
close, meaningless maze of loops. A child walks along a wall balancing a cup on
his head. A girl holds the moment, stares down perfection. Form and balance get
up every morning. Booming city gives no warning, the rapid influx of Everything.
Senses measure overload, differences less apparent than repetitions.
Concussions are all reddy. These formed English manga punk Z-Head, hair a
salute, mouth not cute. May issue, ‘Forgotten Entrances’, out now!
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