her skin groans
beneath a topography of loosely veined
mycelial roads
just below the pale, aging landscape.
what history is being written
in the underworld?
what stories?
what events?
have ridden out the winds of time
to arrive at this place of moaning?
how do suffering and decay
make way for new life,
specifically,
one that dissolves seamlessly, into another?
the tree becomes a snag,
home for birds, bugs, blights
galls, grubs, gasses,
mycelial webs spread
into a network of harmonious changes...
eventual regeneration.
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