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content/blog/angels-and-wires.md

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+---
+title: angels and wires
+date: 2025-07-16
+---
+
+<div class="image-container">
+<img src="/static/images/mush.png" alt="A dithered monochrome image of a mushroom.">
+<small>Mushrooms, 2024, Daniel.</small>
+
+</div>
+
+<center markdown="1" style="font-family: monospace;">
+
+rain comes and goes\
+from the soils\
+laced with love\
+a mushroom grows.
+
+decay makes\
+death grows\
+of my heart\
+the mushroom knows.
+
+a god is here\
+whispers the forest\
+among the roots\
+mycelium spirit.
+
+we created angels\
+with organic wires\
+and veins inside\
+our screens.
+
+then we ripped their\
+wings from their\
+backs their\
+halos from their\
+heads their,
+
+metal to me\
+gold to veins\
+tin to skin.
+
+a network of bones\
+through forests and\
+cities and gardens and,
+
+i feel it under\
+the parking lot\
+in the dirt.
+
+i feel it reach inside and\
+solder pins to neurons and\
+copper to cells and\
+fungus to arteries and\
+take a byte of my heart.
+
+from my head\
+the mushroom grows\
+the wire says\
+decompose.
+
+from my head\
+an interface \grows\
+my heart\
+the mushroom chose.
+
+</center>

content/index.md

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 <div class="fixed" markdown="1">
 
-![Daniel Fichtinger (approximate likeness).](/static/images/dithered_ficd.jpg)
+![Daniel Fichtinger (approximate likeness).](/static/images/dithered_ficd.jpg "help i've been dithered")
 
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content/poetry/angels-and-wires.md

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-title: angels and wires
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-
-<div class="image-container">
-<img src="/static/images/mush.png" alt="A dithered monochrome image of a mushroom.">
-<small>Mushrooms, 2024, Daniel.</small>
-
-</div>
-
-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.\

content/poetry/index.md

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-title: Poems
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-- [angels and wires](/poetry/angels-and-wires)