Gramophone FlowersA Poem by Onoma
Faux pas...gramophone flowers spur onward
the tramping boisterousness--the Mansion whose stuttering rooms bear an organ each for their elephant. Reconnaissance of voice vibrates the fateful lifeline...an exegesis unto chosen hearer. Hear me...hear we. Konstantinos Mark
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