What I Saw at Laundry Land

© Matthew Word Bain

fine furrows unfolding on a tangent to a circle
whirring with a slurry of wet stone
a bed for slender stalks

glass roots growing underground
mycelial circuits spreading
connecting what is distant and
rendering what is disparate
parts of a whole



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Matthew Word Bain

Matthew Word Bain

purveyor of stochastic resonance | pilgrim of blur | describing diaphaneity by way of ambiguity | https://www.patreon.com/matthewwordbain