Branches flow from trunks
And though my brain is surely more
Akin to a rhizome
Each thought thunk casts shadows like
A silhouette of yours
Reflection of reflection of reflection of reflection of your form
I photograph a tiny nut
And caption it "this you?"
Branches flow from trunks
And though my brain is surely more
Akin to a rhizome
Each thought thunk casts shadows like
A silhouette of yours
Reflection of reflection of reflection of reflection of your form
I photograph a tiny nut
And caption it "this you?"