written for Twiglet #321 “curled page”
old encyclopaedias still as drawn clocks footprints in stone maps long undrawn colours exploded: the scattering of lives archaic language long rested and rotted on the forest floor medicine fallen to disrepute misunderstood organs and a wandering of souls colonised facts like submerged stepping stones in the human river those curled pages are history’s crackle rubbing at our thumbs
Well Done!
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This is excellent!
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You certainly have a wonderful way with words and excellent images.
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thanks so much, Debi!
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“rubbing at our thumbs” is an interesting reversal of expectations when it comes to the direction of touch!
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