“Mute, slow-moving,Â rhythmically graceful. Enshrined in armor,Â room after room–a train of identical cars passing slowly at my feet,
Ancient. unchanged through cataclysmic extinctions, feeding on natures left-overs without complaint.
Unfamiliar feared crawling repulsive to many,Â wonderful in symmetry,Â marvelously hinged, hidden.”
From Fragments first year, first decade of celebrating invertebrate imaginings, petaled possibilities and global grievances du jour. It’s the anniversary of the blahblahblog’s 10th, so likely some other selections from the good years of blogging before I shut up and crawl back in my cave.