among whispers and calls
the sallow leaves fall
with a noise akin to raindrops
heaving off trees
long after rains’ last fall
one by one they drop
adding to this song
to imbed into strata
becoming another
reflections and shadows
upon my paper
even as I walk away
you hold my print
contained in your skins
foils of another
you are the who of my words
the one that lives beyond
the scratch of pencil on paper
your language is not
typed in black lines on white pages
you are the unfathomable
the unknown
the mysteries contained
in mycorrhiza
for you have truly seen
you are the life
that evades the other
I cannot catch you
like shadow you move
a mirage of my own
uncontainable
indescribable
you are the totality
of all there is to know
the biosemiotics of all word
the macrocosm
of the entire
the absolute of
known and unknown