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Jun 2016
Nightfall at the bay...
humid air cut cool,
body contracting.
Sending suddenness
searching through
ruffled ripples.
The clouds like the
inside of a torn drum.
The size  of sound in
absence...my latest
version of dissolution
vibrates with approval.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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