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