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Mar 2020
these fire escape bars subdivide

space like a Barnett Newman painting.

stripes running down for a signal,

across these windows.

a thirty eight degree rain, with steely

grey whisks of snowy blind eyes.

shook off somewhere in this full frontal

depth perception, dripping the cagey

dynamics of backdrops.

a present tense of forseeable future

harkening back.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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