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Mar 2014
You've unhanded blinding sheaths in
your moving, the air bows and becomes
your grace.
The flower, flowers because you went
where you went.
You've blissfully burnt the daily level--
rising thereof...the Spring of your doing
has come round to meet you again.
Your field has flowered...you've done
beautifully yet another "year"...
subtler the Spring of your time.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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