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Onoma May 2016
There's this feeling
of being known
completely,
only when you've
become inconceivable  
to yourself.
Onoma May 2016
Love opens and
swallows lesser
love...what
was few and far
between, full
of life.
Onoma May 2016
As you slowly
arrest oceans
apart, land masses
fall under persuasion.
The water stills...
skyless, starless.
What's been claimed
can no longer bear
reflection.
Onoma May 2016
As a bubbling
brook speaks
whisperingly the
rigors of flow...
I cannot help
but overhear.
Onoma Apr 2016
Unable  to*  limn  the
line, moments
mirror  their  equator.
Torus  field  of  ­an  angelic
axis.
Onoma Apr 2016
The steady
feed of a
tree's nimbus...
a bird's canticle.
Onoma Apr 2016
Beauty is the only
vestige that can bear
to be alone with
freedom.
It's that which has
surfaced against
an infinite backdrop.
For the mysterious
initiations of eyes.
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