And there is bark
beneath your fingers.
Readable, the way Braille
is readable -
as long as you have a mirrored codex
living under your skin.
And in a forest,
with book upon book,
a formed library,
perhaps cathedral -
in various states
of growth and decay.
They are one thing,
they are another,
mirrored growth and decay.
Books slipping off of branches,
off shelves - slipping under
eager fingers,
toes,
claws and bodies,
pressing
knowledge
from one skin
to another.
I'd be honored if you felt this worth sharing.
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