Onoma 888 Poems

...Many matters steeped- yellowed...
play the day...inasmuch made as what
play the body.
Tho'...there's will beyond day and
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It is of no use to ask why birds commend
the spirit of a day, nor how near their
song comes to sunlight.
We waken to such things, we come to avail
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Hoarse as the silence Virgil
wore...to allow for a clearing,
be it a soul.
A spring breeze caught in the
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Do, wager these untoward
motions- that what errant way
of soul they spend be sanctified.
By God's pin-up sun...whose
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Via some somnambulant
halfway
house of mind and body...
the chin kisses both
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Encircling...I dare the Full-
pluck eyes from their nooks,
mind from its niche.
I, incumbent of all lines drawn
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Ganders...gargantua- ensconced in far-fetched space...
(attrition) ...LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...
ROUND THE CORNERS OF PERPETUITY...predilections.
A soul's inalienable fracas...on bend and knee...hop and
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Abandon's clay roiled, doubled what pulse
of life...in tune and out of.
Pathological music derived from music...
ecstasy- whose recompense is a sound
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There's no sullying its consternation of him in her,
her in him.
A downy black of exquisite precaution...pops its
ruffled heretofore and floats.
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...You, dearest vagary, aplomb- were
brought to bear.
Vicissitude of memory which is the
dispersion of identity.
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