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May 2019
the sky's getting behind

its blue--to terrify itself.

electric, alert and popping.

the trees fizz lime green.

the moon's askant

half-sunk--

the tapered brushwork

of a blown crown.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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