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Mar 2020
if you've numbered among
the living, then you've numbered
among the dead.
opening and closing different pairs
of eyes, not knowing how long they
were opened, nor how long they
were closed.
(a numeric collapse detected)
--yet here you are now, again...
numbering among the living, to number
among the dead.
a flickering light switch in the different
houses of the same soul.
which creates a near seamless optical illusion
between life and death.
almost by force of all the dreamers of bodies and
souls--this is the cream.
the place where houses meet inside the same walls, to
be unhoused, essentializing experience
once and for all, all at once, if for a moment--
of which may never have existed, Zero.
*A very rough draft, nowhere near the original vision.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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