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title: angels and wires
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<small>Mushrooms, 2024, Daniel.</small>

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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.\