To be the thumb, too sprout, buried blossoms of forgotten dream. Tusomnium… invasive, her nature, thief? Or savior to all untended seeds. Mothered nurtured propagations, once witnessed deciduous leaves. Immutatio,, mutatio, commutatio. Past grasp far beyond Evergreen dreams. A smile, graceful, as to surpass winter’s cold, tender, loving grasp. She spoke. Child I am further, yonder, farther out, Misomnium. Beyond Evergreen dreams, let moss be toes, my child. Let your Roots Be feats, my own. Tuspies, Tuspies. Carry you unto me, upon wind, a drift. further, farther, until at last, Great fabled Meadows, where all gatherers do meet. Tuspies my child. Tuspies indeed.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 1:11 PM UTC