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Feb 2015
Trees happened unto themselves--to outlive
the sinuous breach of serpents.
The morass tugged imperceptibly by their
perfect concentration.
A lime-green drain of their hunger's
motive, their solar ration rekindled on the
way down.
Nature in the gorgeous take of its want,
its law reaching for itself wide awake.
If you are made to make of nature, then
you are unnatural--you've stepped out of line...
you are a human being happening unto yourself.
The serpent plummeting into the morass
from the selfsame Tree of Knowledge.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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