join me on a journey of imagination...
there's a forest of bone white trees
glowing at night, morphing into
mountains cut by valleys and ravines.
maybe you see the parting of flesh:
veins, arteries, tissue as it cleaves.
but all it is, really, is a residue, the
shadow cast by pressure and energy,
a workman's grease and grime rubbed
into the tub by his back, the fractal
tracery etched by water escaping.
tell me, what do you see?