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Oct 2016
There's a reason
why both large
and small things
can slip out of
ones hands so
easily.
They are neither
large nor small...
there are no greater
and lesser wholes.
Two hands as
compared to the
world, and yet...
the need to do
what's forever been done.
That they may hold
and be held.
Till what holds, and is
held don't know the
difference.
As is the Whole of it.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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