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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Onoma : Writing

All There Is, Is F*****g Service

All There Is, Is F*****g Service

A Poem by Onoma


If 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 ..
The Only Made Real

The Only Made Real

A Poem by Onoma


There's always an innate motionto imagination...whose imaginationof itself remains motionless.As the mind goes blank withimagining itself...God comesi..
I've Chaptered Longingly

I've Chaptered Longingly

A Poem by Onoma


I've chaptered longingly...storied...where the characters of him cannot stand apprised...no loins to begirded.As yet...and as yet...a momentouspatienc..
 The Great Scattering

The Great Scattering

A Poem by Onoma


How 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..
Coin Forgoed An Outcome

Coin Forgoed An Outcome

A Poem by Onoma


The Ego differs from itslife-intensive...it rests uponcorners that don't exist...scolded by a teacher thatdoesn't exist...labeled adunce by a teacher ..
It's Just Resistance

It's Just Resistance

A Poem by Onoma


Mum is The Word of the rock...none by night, eyesore by day.Such is the patience of The Architect...opening interpretation.Pick up that rock...cast it..
Ever Yours

Ever Yours

A Poem by Onoma


...So...we've a word for All we Are...(life)--so why is it what it is...cannot define all thewords that have sprung from it?Yet...they're full of defi..
I Appear, You Appear

I Appear, You Appear

A Poem by Onoma


I appear, you appear...where's the choice in this?I project my appearanceonto you, you projectyour appearance ontome...where's the choicein this?That ..
Fellow Actors Misreading Lines

Fellow Actors Misreading Lines

A Poem by Onoma


Actors do not sicken The Stage--but fellow actors misreading linesjust to cancel the play.The roses fly onstage--the actorsreceive them dutifully...a ..
Dance Our Self-evidence

Dance Our Self-evidence

A Poem by Onoma


...You don't have to come anywherenear me...just to dance our self-evidence.I Am always dancing with you informally...the formalization of Our dance i..