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Aug 2020
Met There
the dead center

of a cross is not

smitten with the

shine of newness--

not even consciousness.

unless it is the only

love that met it there--

where that's all there is.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
(NYC)   
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     ---, Aer, Juneau and Khoisan
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