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Oct 2016
The staircase was broken
in so many parts, that
ascending or descending
them became rending.
Vertigo cranked its
subconscious music to
achieve an alien glaze on
stairs met thousands of
times.
What waits at the top or
bottom of the staircase
paints the upcast/downcast
eyes of the saint braving
them.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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