Peter O’Mara



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343. revelation: one beautiful loss I hold into like small prayer, my recent fall the distance I see 1 0 2 a the sixth of August, invoice 7011 the picture inside my head is the picture inside my head is …

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you

i) each calibration is winter ii) and you walk into my hand iii) like a tenant iv) eye & word alone.

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finish

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into

one feint :call. immense each stark limb uneased | sky uneased | sky each immense stark limb one feint :call. one feint :call. immense each stark limb uneased | sky stark limb one uneased | sky feint :call. immense each …

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nagasaki

a white collapse as if kiosk of an uncertain sky one moment the paper fold of each A=0 flat.

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‘thin sky’

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‘understand’

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untitled II

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untitled I

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things that I would like to tell my son

the word sky is a physical background to many birds with small eyes & 1000 flights & the collective skin of all memories is journeyless when compared with dream & Dylan Thomas & silence & yesterday I confused buoyancy with …

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th[e] broken

the broken wings   of spent birds, flying until overweight with pollution & a closing sky                               th broken promises      that saw a short, dry cleaned pedestrian questioning his small existence                                                                                            only later,                                                                 a reduction in afternoon                               the broken child   confused in a   mix master of …

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Psychology

these are the mad journeys that I would like to get out of the way a short note from my dead mother reminding me not to urinate like a dog the platform at Richmond Station without train and in-between delays …

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