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On the forest floor
Beetles creep,
perplexed yet helpless,
embedded amongst leaves and moist detritus,
they seek some thing but I know not what.
Clambering, climbing each monstrous twig, each vast leaf,
journeying into unknown lands that stand inches apart.
Antenna gently weaving, sensing, tasting, they secretly delight
in the subtle rot of the forest floor.
Notes:
OUP Zoom 30 Nov 2023, submitted to OUP 219
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