Scrolls and tomes pages and ink; we think — we can read because of graphite. Chopped and chipped washed and rinsed bleached and sliced — remains. Cracked seeds, broken ground, anchored soil, roots that spoke — to fungi Home and nest, shelter and perch; Atlas watched the centuries roll. Chopped and chipped, washed and rinsed; behind the margin an unread story — in rings.
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