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66 lines
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title: angels and wires
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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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</div>
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The rain comes\
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And goes\
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From the soils\
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laced with love,\
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A mushroom\
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Grows
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Decay makes more\
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and still 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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Deep among the roots\
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mycelium spirit.\
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organic wires, genetic protocols\
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Does it have a soul? That thing, with its\
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irregular expressions and\
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writing in tongues\
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and it\
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has veins?\
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it is inside the screen\
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we created angels and ripped their\
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wings from their backs their\
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halos from their heads their\
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them from their there\
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metal to me\
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gold to veins and tin to skin\
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there runs a network\
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through forests and cities and\
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gardens and superstores and\
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its presence weigh heavy\
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over the parking lot in the grass\
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inference of intent\
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To reach inside and solder pins to neurons and\
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copper to cells and fungus to arteries and\
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Take a byte of my heart.\
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just a bit more, I say\
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Just one or none more day\
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but the thing wont wait\
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Be that as it may.\
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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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