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Nov 2019
pausing at the farthest

exit point of freer

freedom.

slowly turning around

to heft my planet--half

dizzy with collateral

colors yet dreamt.

self imposed master

of exile, streaming live

like choppy seas with

untold shadows currently

watching.

diving down to the bottoms

of those seas to retrieve my

shimmering eyes.
Onoma
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Onoma  NYC
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   Christine Ely
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