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Dec 2020
wagered of this

sitting, meditation

sits across from me.

staring, unblinking--

through clay, at clay.

there's room to move

there somehow, splinter a

glass timetable with silence.

to timeout seeing.

to mean what you mean,

and know about being there.

something happens that way,

something always happens

that way.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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