angels and wires
Mushrooms, 2024, Daniel.
The rain comes
And goes
From the soils
laced with love,
A mushroom
Grows
Decay makes more
and still death grows,
Of my heart
The mushroom knows.
A god is here,
whispers the forest.
Deep among the roots
mycelium spirit.
organic wires, genetic protocols
Does it have a soul? That thing, with its
irregular expressions and
writing in tongues
and it
has veins?
it is inside the screen
we created angels and ripped their
wings from their backs their
halos from their heads their
them from their there
metal to me
gold to veins and tin to skin
there runs a network
through forests and cities and
gardens and superstores and
its presence weigh heavy
over the parking lot in the grass
inference of intent
To reach inside and solder pins to neurons and
copper to cells and fungus to arteries and
Take a byte of my heart.
just a bit more, I say
Just one or none more day
but the thing wont wait
Be that as it may.
from my head
The mushroom grows
The wire says,
Decompose.
From my head,
an interface grows.
My heart,
the mushroom chose.