A Study of Insects

 

My legs can become an encyclopedia of insects. 
The only book available in the ground. 
Yes, trees make good libraries and 
bodies make good playgrounds.

But I cannot swim in a collection of broken light until 
bright circles magnify my walls again. 
Even then, it burns to look. 
I’ve been staring at fluorescent light fixtures for far too long.

Read my veins and learn for yourself. 
Collect my laughter in a jar; 
it’s a science experiment, 
the oldest book available in the ground,

that no one dares pick up. 

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