The living acorn:
The meat of the spiral down curls that are not in motion.
acorn, belly, Code Poetry, poetry, spiralacorn, belly, Code Poetry, poetry, spiralIt’s the eye that is active, not the acorn. It does nothing but sit, a dull stamp in a hard nut, a thing to saw open, a belly of promise.
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