The oddness

Could it be a tangle of ganglia
that makes me think odd things
and care about devil’s details?

You see a tree, a rock, a brick.

I think of searching roots,
the alchemy of an acorn,
compactions of crystals
from Earth’s hot breath,

and cuboid ovens cooking in colours.

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