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May 2023
tiers of light splash down

suns thru one well.

the mouths of flowers

coloring the gypsy pipes

of birds.

images leaving where they

left off--to be three of a kind.

the most silent-speak striking

up sound.

think the butterfly-lungs of

a collapsed sky.

the turn, or curve of resurrection--

recalled by it's circle's circle.

in the dead of round.

a black & white wreath set

speedily to color--on a chosen

head.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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