something in the chemical

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You come upon it vestigial,
onionous,
the blued tissues exuding.

So what can be spared of the nerves?

The orchid thrives on its loveless foot.
The inward earthworm unminds.

Something in the chemicals
remembering

sunlight scumbled over
water,
those bloodroots of cloud.

Emily Wilson, "Radical Field"