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Dec 10
a hole stood up, & sealed off--

thin as a glancing blow of

sideways.

a black poka dot that fell flat

on deep space again.

the face plant of an arch.

sort of like a slinky taking

a linear step.

reopening & consuming

significantly more of unsaid

space.

you would never know.

as would a white moth

disintegrating against electric

red inners, like confected

sugar.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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