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Dec 2018
tonight i lit a stick

of incense...

it burned and curled

to ash precisely where

it was lit--without

disintegrating.

forming a perfect

loop.

as if to meet its

initial spark at

eye level, one

more time...
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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