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Mar 2018
athwart is the resolve of combatants...
I Am and Am not.
untold purification rests at both sides.
unresponsive leverages grow
the Circle.
were it not for the staying power of me--
these brackets of vision would
not quake as they are set.
at half staff, neither country nor body...
invoking athwart.
consanguinity that is the meaning
of poetry's verbose transfusion.
heir, heiress, universe--a haunting
inheritance Whole.
I Am a sprightly idiot found out amid
the galactic cauldron.
hellbent gods and goddesses plucking
stars from my hair.
doctoring my itch.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
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     Kelly Rose, kim and Keith Wilson
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