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Onoma Feb 2021
a crumpled napkin

slides across a table.

a golden calf fattens

on a cloudy day.

a propped up flower

reads a Chinese vase

fluently.

so much so, the mountain

it depicts is no longer

woven around villagers

that seek enlightenment.

unconditional as clouds

beaten to wool.
Onoma Feb 2021
in this welling's

music--seas remain

unparted, there's

no flailing in water's

drowning.

multitudinal calms

have washed over

the look of every

consideration.

fitting perfectly on

distant shores.
Onoma Feb 2021
the silver

interments in

a bolt of lightning

smoke out a blind

divide.

unstruck between

split eyes that

crack open quicker

than once.
Onoma Feb 2021
the

silhouette

of

A

bonsai tree...

offers almost

no answer to

its form through

paper-thin panels.
Onoma Feb 2021
the sound, the sounds

(singular-plural) coalescing

their surface runoff.

of melting snow, snows

(singular-plural)

as these sounds issue

from the accumulation

of multiple snows.

weigh on the mind's

crystal pack, which will

soon expose the ground

of a sky.

too little the singularity,

too much the plurality--

therefore neither.
Onoma Feb 2021
holiness dies up

to itself.

a whole miracle.
Onoma Feb 2021
in the middle of the night

the unredeemable left undetected.

standing for the deathblow of its

blackest rose.

disinherited as far as the eye can

see.

in love with the despair that rushes

over what's too alone to abandon,

or be abandoned.

what always meant to say nothing...

cut at the root.
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