Text composed near Grand Rapids, Michigan; poster designed and printed near Buffalo, New York; shipped from near Boston, Massachusetts.

Gold and maroon ink. Available on beige or grey cardstock.

The poem's text reads:

O circulating cell, wrapped with dust,

all rests upon a root, life rushing beneath.

I press two feet to you, soles in osmosis,

and my mouth shapes a seed.

If I rest against the trunk, a gradual spine,

the bend of shade reaches down, your hand over my eyes.

Then I see our horizon, swaddled in skin and bloodstreams,

turning into turning.