As above ground mycelia
—largest succulent horizontal trees of life—
mesh more Honey Mushroom
on homely Planet A, mesh more

— note: wink, listen, give joy—

slithering to the gates
creeping in the wood to carved doors
silently across the Western fronts
and where compost may lay

—note: critique, be within Earth, reflect—

tech bros building concrete brute bunkers
gold bars, pellets, bullets and jars
fearing what they feast on
fencing fancying fable and farce

— note: breathe, pause, give space—

toying inorganic creating animation
foiling organic modeling replication
geeking the germs as molds in moulds
of topsoil stainless steel, math-neurons and codes

—note: debate, relate what is needed—

here is democracy, is anti-minus
all inclusive, all mined, all open
to misses, disses and malles
as trunks, as sticks, containing truths

—note: stop, look, smell, act for others to become—

beating actualities, containing realities representing fasces as infomercials
to want, urge, need, and faint agency
forced to overjoy and overwhelm as spores

—note: smile, just smile, all iz well—

Welcome to the underbelly
unfolded for-all, summarizing air
generating flair on call,
making choice easy, too, some say

—note: be a Water-bear, a Spanish Dancer, be you, and let be any totem—

be mycelium brother
be mycelium sister

living, more as ever,
now is still,
to be
your art

—animasuri’24

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India Arie. (2001). Back To The Middle. IN: Acoustic Soul.