M y c e l i u m S e c r e t s
When the day has fallen into night we will walk this sacred Earth
In bloom.
The lunar forest congregates to welcome us.
Whispers of our' great oncoming’
We move.
Hang scar tissue in the dusk,
Sunlight in wake of flourishing cities in the soil
We silently build.
Luminescence sewn from ages old with knowledge not forgotten,
Nil by mouth, Full by soul.
A universe beneath the light much older
The Moon.
We thrive in silent rebellion.