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Jul 2022
a circle is now drawn,

a golden-white

outline of nearnesses.

a round completed at

every turn, emissarial

whispers of angelic phylums

catching fire.

in skies too acoustical for any

church.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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     Bobby Copeland and DivineDao
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