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Sometimes the best of us lies under bark stirred by the blackbird's tongue in spiral wynde; out from a bitter theater shrink mind to a thinness, bright collar round the dark.
Sometimes true piquancy lies near the rind; the center time's calligraphy, fate's mark - fractal corridors of the seasons' ark conducting buds that shall not open blind.
Sometimes it seems our very best selves are the outward facing, being-commingled kind; we're lost alone deep plunging to dark star until our Goldilocks orbital find.
Let xylem and phloem so vegetate; quiet sleeves the eloquent blossoms state.
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The 'life' of a woody plant is just underneath the bark. The center is a 'dead' structure which occupies the territory and on which the life is supported. The 'Goldilocks zone' is a zone around a star where the level of radiation from the star is 'just right' for life. I am aware that 'orbital' is used for electrons round atoms rather than planets round stars ;) - that's intentional too. The poem is a hybrid sonnet - English, essentially, due to the final couplet, but with some Italianate features and quite tight - with five different rhymes instead of seven.
Pics : wood cut picture of tree ring and plant cell (lime tree).
