The unforeseen mushroom sprouted wing side the salvaged avocado shoot 

Who ever can not seek it sees nothing 

The Hookah-smoking Heraclitus sat as a father of peace on the puss-colored pedestaled mycelial fruit 

The threat of the symbolically unknown curves from the furtive dark, thready soil: fertility points at futures and stories to be told 

life as a potted plant cracks open the wall and espies the impasse of the known 

You are born now, behold. 

—animasuri’22 

perverted note-taking of search functions and autocorrection, imaginatively following a quote assigned to Heraclitus and a mushroom assigned to Absolem.