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Oct 2012
...There's tooth and nail, fetters...
dead center the ring mastery of
this sun.
Morning ever after...mass epidemic
of surfacing qualities.
Ragged sparrows scraping
frozen mud...December-ing the divide
of years.
From bend to expanse,
the faint overlay that builds.
As each footfall becomes
self-contained, and in that
containment, arrival...abidance.
Onoma
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