Thicket
04/28/2026 14:58h
We come gnawed by need on hands and knees.
As a creature (nosing) grubble-seeks a spring.
As bendy-spined as bandy snakes through saltshrub yaupon
needle-brake.
For darkling green;
for thorn-surround.
This absorbing
quaggy
crample-ground.
Of briar-canes (intervolved with kudzu-mesh) and mold.
Of these convoluted vines we grasp to suck.
To taste the pith —
the lumen the cell-sap pulse.
To try to know
some (soursharp) something about something.
Lumen is as lumen does.
‘A little room for turmoil to grow lucid in.’