Let me lie in the mycelium,

And lose myself to time.

A bitter surface waits above,

Fighting each dream to a bitter end.

The ground accepts each surrender

Without a sound, it calls.

Without judgement, it listens.

Far away from all injury

Where nerves turn to hyphae

Let me lie with the mouse,

Let me lie with the bear,

Let me lie with every part of the past

We live and die on the bell curve.

The median is pointless.

If I can not be an outlier,

What good is it to strive for more?

Bury me beneath your beliefs

We all yearn to walk, to run,

To deny a fate decided;

But beneath the earth is that absolute

Is it easier to forget

When you do not see it?

This world is a poison to the mind

An assault of excess on all sides

The mushrooms draw out such toxin,

They have but the essentials,

And destroy what is not needed.

So, just until it’s quiet,

Let me lie in the mycelium,

And lose myself to time.