006 ♠ TEXT ♠ Nostalgia

[ironfright]

[ the tablet is scrolling, and ends up screencapturing part of what was being viewed ]

I stand between taproot and treespire.
Here is the compass rose
to help me live through this.
Here are twelve ways of knowing
what blooms even in the blindness
of such longing. Yellow oxeye,
viper’s bugloss with its set of pink arms
pleading do not forget me.
We hunger for eloquence.
We measure the isopleths.

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