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Apr 2017
Having tripped over your
head, moving hands over
white plates in real time.
Gone cross eyed staring
at the tip of your nose
meditating madness.
Insightful as a cardboard
box repeatedly stabbed
by a pen for light-letting,
pinhead portals of a brain's
final oxegenation.
More trading balance with
less, a genderless news
anchor signing off the air.
Onoma
Written by
Onoma  NYC
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