Onoma
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Seven Constitutions AgoA Poem by OnomaBy a day's difference, and a night'sindifference...angelic flight loosesevasion what was embrace.The repose of memory blighted byforgetfulness...seven.. |
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With The Dear-life of it AllA Poem by OnomaParticulars while the clanking staff of you...a seniority of deserts bare-butted, and infantile,wander you--accentuated brash, and full-throat...good .. |
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What Is Winter To MeA Poem by OnomaWhat is winter to me that it smotherwith host of heavenly fingerprints?What is it, and who am I that itssnowflakes take their rest of me?Unabashed whi.. |
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Babies Will Be Born With Gray HairA Poem by OnomaThe title is from a line in Hesiod's epic poem: "Works and Days"... it's about successive world Ages. |
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Burns Down All LiteratureA Poem by OnomaWith commercial production nighttars windows...seared stars scrapeagainst them.Something of the infernal impartsa cold and clammy light....An ebb with.. |
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All There Is, Is F*****g ServiceA Poem by OnomaIf you awoke one fine day...could you suture the sunto an ocean--or merelyadmire their connection...whereas: "to be, or not tobe" is being itself, as .. |
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The Only Made RealA Poem by OnomaThere's always an innate motionto imagination...whose imaginationof itself remains motionless.As the mind goes blank withimagining itself...God comesi.. |
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I've Chaptered LonginglyA Poem by OnomaI've chaptered longingly...storied...where the characters of him cannot stand apprised...no loins to begirded.As yet...and as yet...a momentouspatienc.. |
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The Great ScatteringA Poem by OnomaHow many ends in and of themselvesconstitute...a fill that is yours?Abreacted claimant...many airslight at the feet.I am with you, I am you upon thisa.. |
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Coin Forgoed An OutcomeA Poem by OnomaThe Ego differs from itslife-intensive...it rests uponcorners that don't exist...scolded by a teacher thatdoesn't exist...labeled adunce by a teacher .. |
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