[Two other influences on today's post: 1) an image I saw, very similar to this photomicrograph, of bone tissue; and 2) Inger Christensen's incredible poem "alphabet," which I've checked out from the library.]
bones and branches, they both exist
with their circles of cells swirling
whirling in a time-wrought wind
round go the centuries of record
softly the days play a song
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