ground from silted melt-water and a thousand spent leaves
heaped together, ancestors
all of them. Mulch to mycelium fruits. Time in time and down, down

unmade velvet sheets, fold up, up, up emerald wedges
tesselate,
embroidered with scant hedgerows

tragedy gathers about
the thirdRock
from some unattributable fault-line,
like great steel barrels of oil

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