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Onoma Feb 2021
Shiva's central

obsession is being

touched by the

color blue.

open or closed

books chanting

blue.

staunch memorization.

chanting the color blue.

wherein, whereby...

meta-phors sleep with

their eyes open.
Onoma Feb 2021
birds are talking

away through drawn

blinds.

they can see their

words way before

they hear them.

songs go a long way.

might I say I have

heard something I've

never heard before.

might I say.

if their words were

anymore candid,

their whole history

of flight would cease

to exist.
Onoma Feb 2021
duplication is

rotten, it goes

bad when left

out.

an unkempt

temple cleaned

for food.
Onoma Feb 2021
just now,

spring lie

on her serrated

side--

on winter's bed.

he's fast asleep...

she's looking him

over, thinking:

you haven't killed me

yet you ****.

i will not be survived

by.
Onoma Feb 2021
You know you

ought to join

them, but you

leave them to

their study.

such brilliant

deductions walk

off bodies.

centering their

conclusions.
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.
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