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Oct 2020
these are the nights,

as if pointed to--to stand

out from the richest

obscurations.

where every square inch

is covered with the wings

of moths, beating and shedding

the patterns that drew them.

by and to flame, their exit points.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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