Poem: The Mushrooms Under The Rowan Tree

Mush rooms

Consciousness dismantled
Awareness fragmented
It’s hard to cling to the rocks
When the tide of your mind
Is in reverse
Seeking jewels in the dark
You have to undergo
Countless transformations
And countless impalations
Before it’s time
To be torn together anew
The mushrooms that grow under The Rowan Tree
Grow for me
So I’ll gladly accept the poison
As my final remedy

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