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Apr 2020
this intelligence

that no mind's dervish

can dizzy into enclosure.

only knows the circle that

crosses into another, more

growing out of than not.

one can drift away to this,

lose oneself to unbent lines

made manifest, circles in pure.

while walking the line.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   zumee, Bogdan Dragos and Kanishka
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