This one is about mushrooms pushing up through the soil.
Make room
mushrooms
plague soil to rise,
unstifled
and forever promising
never to
sleep during night’s play.
We are as
monks full captured,
quiet and
forlorn in our hideaway,
a bid to
scuttle the earth sideways
and wrestle
the sun for ourselves.
But this is
dusk, daylight scattered
and with it
our deepest yearnings,
for an
existential moon gaze
is what
this twilight will bring us.
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