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Mar 2019
herded apart a sheep

blackens--as hills roll

to the sounds of bells.

his fuses cross and blow--

as rains smoke his wool.

beast to the star of days,

an inert **** full of

everlasting sentiments.

shadowing the valley,

with mouthfuls of grass.

erratically closing his eyes

between chews, the way

a monk minds a prayer.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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