
Oh you, the living & damp –
the fungi desire to lie with you.
Oh you, the expired & seeking exit
– the fungi reach out
to break you down.
Oh you ancient blue-greens –
the fungi wish to meld with you
flesh to flesh & flourish.
Oh honey and barley –
the fungi yearn to promote
your Dionysian transformation.
Oh finest fir roots –
the fungi seek you out
to knit, parlay & thrive.
Humble-seeming pilgrims. Penetrants. Nets &
nests of filaments, brews of cells. We praise
your frothy heads of mead & bow before your
humped-up
fruit-swells of fog & forest soil –
your original
time-lapse
mushroom
clouds.