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Jun 2018
as air browned

a broken apple,

the sound that

opened it replayed

across a tongue.

an itinerant dust

was tasted, unable

to betray a word.

as from whence, as

to hence--what

cannot be bridged

as it passes between

things.

lest you plot the

coordinates of religious

experience.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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