Shroomdelier
In nature’s palace in the grand foyer where your heart clavats fractured, between the lichen- licked stairwells, up above the entrance flamboyance, light shines. Waves of spores like dust catch in the rays, columning by the columns, stack of spreading colors above and beneath capped fixtures. You echo down halls with how you feel anamorphing red-purple and blue-teal, but your scars like earth’s can mend rough currents (how you feel) instead— spread sporelight mushroom into being seedcast yourself into existence on the shroomdelier swinging. Gather ravenous for earth’s banquet rest, dine in ivy the table’s all set to feast on fears to toast our grief dining on melon- choly, bittersweet dessert wolfed down. Around the end, clinking coffee cups, to cleanse palates begone-ing the bad while respawning the good. It’s fertilizer, like after the rain showers. Echoing on grounds and rooves, how you feel anamorphing gray-cream, off-purple, jewel-teal Scars like earth’s can mend Recomposing in your head— Spread sporelight mushroom into being seedcast yourself into existence on the shroomdelier swinging insist there will be beauty again, grow buds dangling, hanging from ceilings, in bedrooms and ballrooms, dancing across messy mossy-marble streaks, between the chambers of your heart- roots, twirl-tangle and stretch-curls of light superbloom bright delicance echoing shadows on walls with feeling anamorphing and purpling and tealing scars like earth’s, you’ll grow again, spreading sporelight to mushroom into being seedcasting yourself into existence on the shroomdelier swinging.