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Direction in Omni
In the beginning
there was smoke,
soared over a sift
of orange smolders,
[radiant sorrow,
bled from the
marrow
of
today into tomorrow] the broken hearts of
broken starts,
resurrected in regenerated parts:
An art
of
direction in omni.
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