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Dec 2018
nothingness took

me in again--

having been terrified

of being...bodiless.

terrified of being!

--bereft of been, or will be...

a body mercifully manifested.

as these bones remain

together to rest--

so to rise...

ever ominous their rest.

December makes cold

this evening...

nothingness at hand,

gives of itself.

where there was nothing

to give.

as what holds me here--

has nothing to hold

on to.

yet i lie down...

and down, lie on down.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
((N)ow(Y)ou(C)an)   
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     Jamadhi Verse, Jen and Onoma
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