from vast pale networks underground
a shoulder up without a sound
They spread their damp umbrella tops
And loose their spores with silent pops
unbuttoning the forest floor
the mushrooms come
the mushrooms come
Like noses pink in midnight air,
Like giants' ears, like elfin hair,
like ancient cities built on cliffs
the mushrooms come
The mushrooms come
— Sep 14, 2016 11:11AM
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