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Apr 5
The spectra of superimposed motions

continue to creepeth forth.

Think the beaded string of a raindrop,

strung over since the first rain.

Similar to the cut of silver chords--

sounding the arpeggios of a rainbow.

Beside the birds of A Feather.

As Maat weighs in--Once & For All.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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