I want to let rot
Lay down & take up a place to live.
Having moss & mycelia move in as
The bones of my former life are
Offered to me juicy &
Full of meat.
There will be no total clean
Slate. Just a definite day I
Stopped going to sleep
On the reality of me
Cradling my predation
In a swaddle of blue velvet.
To symbolize all the dreams
Of ancestors reaching out to me,
Explaining in symbolizm
What I am meant to eat.
I thought I was paranoid
Trying not to get lost in grandiosity.
Seems all I needed I advocated for:
Space & time & energy. So tired
Of being rushed to complete.
Everything worth doing is worth doing
Well & if it matters it will last.
True life is eternal even when transitory.
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