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May 2014
Leaving off where other things
begin...seems to insure a
re-invitation to that leaving
off.
Space wearing itself...relishing
in what forgot to check itself.

There's something to be unsaid
of becoming a nonevent...where
the Truth be told by light's third
person.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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