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Onoma Jun 2021
the cruciform

wears the embroidering

fingertips of the Holy

Mother's sap at its edges.

blood gone black when

hit by all directions.
Onoma Jun 2021
purple never knew

a finicky rhythm

as it broke open its

ripest grape.

wine need not be offered

to kingdoms who crouch

the juice of such a table.

there are no minions,

only reservations for two...

(if you like).
Onoma Jun 2021
there are no

wires that will

send shivers

across the right

Voices...

until.

a storm that registers

an uncharted magnitude...

ensures outage.
Onoma Jun 2021
trails adore

blood-roses...

amidst greenery blown

precisely at an unmovable

moment.

an entire forest too

green for red.

recanting thorns like

ingrown nails.
Onoma Jun 2021
an unwavering tide

knows how to lose

itself on the side

of a Pisces...

making two eyes

one on the same

side of its face,

as it bobs.

all fin-**** movements

given away freely.
Onoma Jun 2021
a
bindu
is
a
singular
obsession...
continually
circumambulating
it­s origin
of
devotion.
Onoma Jun 2021
thought singled

itself out, for

no reason...

but to climb the

trees of nervous

systems.

genius showed

down.

having more than

3 thoughts at a

time.
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