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Jun 2019
laying on air i trusted

in the falling crucifix--

as the long cosmic night

bore a tree from my heart.

wind wept holier and

holier spirit thru seasonless

leaves.

i was torn apart in moment

expanses, as gasp penetrated

gasp--newly formed foundation

spread an impossible strength.

intuiting circle-bound masters

whispering finis to engolden

The Great Work.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     Jamadhi Verse, --- and S Olson
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