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Nov 2014
Here...take hold my eyes--
wear them.
What do you see...my presence,
or my absence?
There...I'll take hold your eyes--
wear them.
What do I see...your presence,
or your absence?
If we both communicate a
presence and absence...then
where do you leave off, and I
begin?
It may be from this viewpoint
we are not the sole possessors of
our eyes.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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