Every poem will now in my mind have been woven by spiders

…oof the woods exist. Ovid knew this, as surely as owls who haunt the limbs of those timeless trees. In this sovereign realm, spiders weave poetry through the green emptiness, turning one gnarled branch into another’s dependent. Squirrels keep the acorn’s secrets, munching away at time-sensitive matter, while secrets buried ar…
Through the Woods Darkly: Poetics of Trees
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Hayden Moore
Jess the Avocado
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Apr 15, 2022
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Every poem will now in my mind have been woven by spiders
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Lover of the arts. Master of Applied Psychology. https://ko-fi.com/squeezetheavocado
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