From the spore
mycelium grows
with every
dew and strain
burrowing
entangled forms
nets of silver
gilt and chain
Dining on
both waste
and ferment
sipping on
some last decay
tracing shadow
paths it follows
fuses into
silver skeins
When the web
can hold no more
the life in death
at last proclaims
fruit of darkness
revelation
mushrooms
in the pouring rain
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