"Of Pine, Fungus & Light"
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of pine, fungus & light
I've counted thrice—that supposed lucky number—
but I can't find my composure.
That's the only equipment the desert seemed to disencumber
me after a displaced a Genetian sun caught me in his direct exposure.
Perhaps you took it home
to display alongside the fossil we found.
Perhaps you'll let it grow there honeycomb
so that we may always be somehow bound.
I've counted thrice—that supposed lucky number—
but I can't find my composure.
That's the only equipment the desert seemed to disencumber
me after a displaced a Genetian sun caught me in his direct exposure.
Perhaps you took it home
to display alongside the fossil we found.
Perhaps you'll let it grow there honeycomb
so that we may always be somehow bound.
