Onoma : Writing

Flowering Beyond its Namesake

Flowering Beyond its Namesake

A Poem by Onoma


Peace draws itself out...leaving aninformed emptiness in its wake.As light leaves room for everything...what is let be comes to itself.The dissolution..
Original Face

Original Face

A Poem by Onoma


First and Last impression foisted a revelatory sheath thatis the looking glass of all incarnation.Revelatory sheath Facing both ends of the whited tun..
Mines the Fusion of Angles

Mines the Fusion of Angles

A Poem by Onoma


Vision...the perpetual resurrection of light,tipping point whose interstice of darknessis overcome, spreads the image clear.Furrowing the brow of spac..
Zephyrs Barely Push Silence

Zephyrs Barely Push Silence

A Poem by Onoma


An immunized essence ties a smileround these limbs as prairie wheat.A liminal maximum poised upon globalnourishment.Zephyrs barely push silence beyond..
Sensorial Camera

Sensorial Camera

A Poem by Onoma


Photography is the most enlightened of the arts...there's no conceptualization which segways toabstraction.It cannot contrive a blase focal point, all..
Storm Necessitates

Storm Necessitates

A Poem by Onoma


As a storm necessitates the greatconcurrence of clouds, the vastexodus of their content touchesdown to earth.Hard it cometh, gentle it passeth...nothi..
Second That Motion

Second That Motion

A Poem by Onoma


What if the mirror you stare at suddenlybelieved in you?What would the world do with such abelief?Would it second that motion of such a Coming...orwou..
Constellations are Cannibalized

Constellations are Cannibalized

A Poem by Onoma


Die at the mouth...live at the eyes...days...white boxes bitten by blackmouths...nights.Blood glitters silvery at the base ofa ravine...a night of blo..
Minotaur's Digestive Sound Bite

Minotaur's Digestive Sound Bite

A Poem by Onoma


Truth enamored of itself...based upon--the forever following.As such, its flow's stoppage, the7-circuit labyrinth pends the recollectionthat yielded i..
Living Epithalmium

Living Epithalmium

A Poem by Onoma


The Bride which was its essence unto woman, theBridegroom which was its essence unto man--theLiving Epithalmium.Generational rings slipped on and off ..