Mushroom musings

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I blame Nietzsche and I don't know what happened with the copy/paste indenting but anyway...

My Silly Um

Upon the cool, dew-christened morn

Lay silent pins with dome caps worn

But dare I tread on hallowed ground

Within whose boundaries gold is found?

And thus I um'd and hesitated,

and so my journey was belated,

For I knew not what was in store

When one walks through the mushroom's door

In this way, one day, then another

Passed by, whilst my fungal brother,

Spread his shelter ‘bove the grasses,

But for him time too so passes,

Yet the silo’s eye’s been cast

About upon his white stipe mast

And I, I paused to think once more,

What wonders lie past mushroom’s door

Then sudden downpours, clouds were weeping,

And longing thoughts need cobweb sweeping,

My feet found grass beneath them creeping

Amidst the mushroom’s cast-off sleeping

Golden isles came slowly peeping

Out of emerald green seas leaping

My mind’s eye bowed to peer before

The keyhole through the mushroom’s door

Cyan spears burst forth in glory

Regaling songs in ink-stained story

To free my soul from bounds unseen

To wipe the slate of spirit clean

To wrench the ego loose until

It fathomed Teonanactl

And yet beneath the weight of lore

I padded through great mushroom’s door

And to the mushroom I was lead

Way down upon his earth-bound bed

Mind was asked to still and wait

For domes below intellect’s gate

To gain the gift I must receive

And find the proof I must perceive

Upon flattened hands, prostrate before

The altar at the mushroom’s door

In retrospect I often wonder

Had I not paused and um’d in blunder

Would mushroom now upon me wreak

Eternal thirst, now called to seek

Flesh of the Gods made manifest

Or was it all some divine test?

Of all this I’m still not sure

But seek I will the mushroom’s door.