if still forest (winter) / Pratyusha
making less of the body / worlding: the swallowing of green light
the thin fog of a season’s turn / pungent fragrance in Epping, nineteen
translation as a means for survival / terrestrial seeking what-has-been
fleshy fibres separating skin / roots of blood-current
veins / moss glimpsed through protective barriers, your thin skin
masquerading parchment / felled branch landing into a blueprint
new reckonings through the smell of birch / deodar-song or.
brief loss, trying not to count / mapping leaves & dull brown
collateral damage we could never unsee / overhead, turned down
some forests remind you of other ones / existing in myth
& song / remember the thirteen-year-exile that the five brothers lived
& two women / hidden & lacquer-painted, switched & mimicked
it was a kind of healing perhaps to live other lives / shadowy endurance
I imagine tropical summers yellow & hot / pouring through oak and pine
sap remembers everything / vernalisation of negations & shrines
we could (n)ever? / think corporeal. paddle downforest
luminescent glimmer of presence / cool lungs & a wren singing
collapse into the familiarity of hand-holding / my dear it is composing