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Aug 2018
arms spread way out,

head down, head up--the line toed.

tearing screams and yelps...

bloodied moon and dry land,

the fine lines of this phenomenal

world cut like clenched teeth.

chanting pregnant clouds.

tongue's ties to thirst, opening land and

pounding drum...creature crawl

of delirium.

birds of prey drawing large blue

eyes that will not blink when their

talons seize.

rain the dance, dance the rain...down,

down, down!

i had such visions of water girl, now i

want to drink your mouth.
*Florence  + The Machine- What The Water Gave Me
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     Onoma and Lazhar Bouazzi
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