The Crowd One GeneratesA Poem by Onoma
there's always another version to put
out--deny identity among the crowd one generates. --are you who you say you are? is the constant question circulated by the crowd--one to another, as a version of the same one. as one would say: peace be with you, in church--to the ones nearest. except this is a multiplicitous self-interrogation-- which refuses identification, therefore peace.
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