1879
6.52
21.ii.25
beautiful organism
crowd of itself
threads carbon from the trees
through the dark, in air
and otherwise
in gills such spore
life pressing its case
against the day
a trade bloom
market for machine
the pattern is a quest
one seizes opportunity
and there are the travellers
so many legs
and less than these
too far down to see
the more of us
the more survive
we, all about to die, salute
life short, glorious, ours
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