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Nov 2014
I appear, you appear...
where's the choice in this?
My appearance is projected
onto you, your appearance
is projected onto me...
where's the choice in this?
That which is Beyond
picking and choosing
has already made its choice.
If it is in your heart to remain
with that Choice...then...remain
with it, dutifully disappear.
Why obstruct the only peace?
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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