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Sep 2021
darkness doesn't know

it's color...as it enacts

the thickest plaster

with striving.

ungluing white hands

that spread under the

wings of birds.

pausing abruptly midair--

over their clearing, wings

never more wide open.

breast to breast.

too final with embrace,

not rise overhead.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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